going going gone
And as flawed as I may be…
i don’t know why, whenever i’m with your family i’m just.. a million times less than me. it bugs me
Usually, I dont agree when people say that i’m independent but times like this make me feel that I deserve to be called independent. i think i’m pretty brave though rather lonely.
I notice everything. And by everything, I literally meaneverything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
dreaming of the day when i will have an Oscar De La Renta dress….
saying something and wishing you had not saying nothing, and wishing you had
look into your heart, look at me in the eyes, & tell me…