What is the point of having friends anymore? At some point, you just can’t deal with their bullshit & you are done with them forever. Maybe I’m just too selfish for my own damn good. But I realize I am the only one who can make myself happy now. I just ca’t depend on someone to praise me & i feel better. Could it just be that I’m better off by my damn self? I...
You must haunt me. After more than two years. You still appeear in my dreams. Me wanting you the same smug look on your face, Why I just can’t get over you?