You can't judge me if you don't know who I am.
I write to express, not to impress.
I have no idea what to say right now; my mind is a mess. Are you giving me mixed signals or was I just letting myself get my hopes up high? I can’t believe I’m starting to fall for you again. For some stupid reason, I keep thinking, “Maybe this time it will work out.”
What. The. Fuck.
- A is for Anonymous
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY