i miss you.
urrh i hate this.
talk to me again?
i've done nothing wrong.
i'm fully over you, i realised that today.
you're such a twat.
but i like setting myself up for heartache.
self-destructive, yup, that's me.
come back, be my besty again.
as for you.
i love you, more than anything. even if you do violently attack me, leaving with me bruises and scractches, you bitch! :)
winds are whipping waves up
like skyscrapers
and the harder they hit me
the less i seem to bruise
the girl i wanna be.
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