Dear Rye Bread,
I miss you. I miss your presence. I miss you and your stupid jokes. Why? Because even though I didn't notice at the time, we really were best friends. Now we're distant acquaintances. we both know what happened, but are we both really so afraid that we're not going to fix things? I've tried. Countless times so you can't say that I didn't. I wish things weren't the way they played out to be. But you got caught in that web of lies, she was the black widow, and she spun you into that web of hers, and you being the innocent fly, went down at her feet, ready to do what she asked of you. What about now though? Are you satisfied with your decisions? You hurt me, cut me deep kid, and you didn't care to apologize, yet I still forgave you. And I STILL FUCKING MISS YOU. Whats wrong with me? Who knows. I don't even care. I just want you back in my life, and from what I know, you feel the same way. Why tell everyone else though? Can't you just tell me? Please? I miss you. I love you. I really do. You're still always on my mind. Come back.
Love always, This Girl.
About me
- ooweeitspreet !
- Everything written in this blog is explicit by the way being straight from the mind, transferred through words. I felt that people don't really know the other side of me. I'm not always the usual fun and games, I also get down to business with literature being one of my guilty pleasures. My opinions are blunt. I don't share my point of view too often, if you ask me politely though I'll surely answer you with ease. Truthfully, there's only a handful of people who I can actually sit down with and have a legitimate conversation with. No, not about mama drama junk, but the real life situations. Like, politics or what is up with the "whadupp" kinda stuff. I get down with the get down. I speak my mind. Get at me. Thank You.