That's all you are.
I want to give up on this, on us ever being friends.
But it's not that simple is it?
It never is.
And for someone as simple minded as you are on the outside, towards everyone else, you're far more complicated than anyone I think I've ever met.
Irony seems to follow me wherever I go.
You're the biggest example of that, so far.
You're the small child and I'm the adult, yet you're older than I.
I'm just praying that you're going to grow up before the world swallows you whole, no matter how much I despise your exsistance sometimes, I'd never wish for you to be a failure.
Promise me you'll sort yourself out one day?
the girl i wanna be.
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