I'm sorry about that last post. I'm just angry. But it's summer. I'm not going to let anything bother me that much. You're living your own life. I can't tell you what to do, and I'm guessing you wouldn't listen anyways. I wish you the best of luck. Though I'm pretty sure you'll get whatever you want. You kind of always do.
This summer's going to be different. I don't want to cry in my room because of you. I want to have a great time! And I'm sorry I'm coming off as really mean right now. I just am in shock I guess. I don't know how else to describe how I'm feeling besides hurt, crushed, disappointed, and willing. Willing to go past it, and let you win. Again.
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