they tore me apart like a hurricane.

i absolutely hate feeling like this. helpless. lost. confused. angry. did i mention, lost?

you're really bugging me. someone needs to shout at you. find your own boys to like, don't talk like mad to boys that'll never love you the way a boy should.
for goodness sake. just sort yourself out.
you're up and down all the time, more than the average girl, and believe me it irritates most of the people around you more than you'll ever know. we're too fucking nice to say anything about how whiney and irritating you can be sometimes. because we're your friends and deep down we love you too much to hurt you by being so harsh.

but honestly? right now i want to be that harsh because you're just messing with the wrong person.

he's the type of boy you'd fall for. i know it so.
because i did too.

but please, i'd never talk that much to one of your friends that i didnt know.
and liking that? oh my god do you want a slap? cause next time i see you - you're heading towards getting one.


you can't ever love him like i do, you won't ever care as much as i do. so don't even go there, or i will be forced to shout at you until i'm finally through with being your friend.


don't dare me, because i'll carry it through.