Teenage Angst Isn’t Fun.
my heart races when i see you
i always end up looking away.
i’m sorry we left on a bad note
why am i always crawling back to you?
there’s something about you...
that makes my heart just flutter
something about you...i’m so fucking confused
i want to come back to you....so badly
when i was with you, i was so happy.
you knew me before all the drama.
you knew the pure me
you knew the happy me
you made me, me.
i hate you. i love you. i cant look at you.
is this how all teenagers feel?
why do i want you so badly?
is this love?
why do you made me so goddamn happy, the memories we had together, but i care even talk to you, no less look you in the eye.
you watch my story.
we’re “friends” on snapchat.
why aren’t we...friends?
it’s because i’m in love with someone i cant have, you.
this is a bad idea...
i want to send you this...
but i don’t want to seem like the
creepy ex that keeps crawling back.