Even if I wanted to trust you, how can I? Or maybe I do trust you, but you scare me. You make me feel every second that you'll torment me, even if it wouldn't work. You made me feel so awful and dead on the inside that one time, and I'll never be able to forget that. My heart softens; however, what's done is done. You can't fix it, you didn't want to fix it. So now I suffer, and you want me to try to fix it with you..and I wish I could too. But you make me hurt a lot. I don't think it'd be smart for me to be nice, polite is a different thing. But you just made me hurt like hell. Even if it wasn't entirely your fault, since obviously he was more of an idiot and I care to tell. And though my heart lies saying I miss him, I miss the days when things were well, only they weren't. You never cared, never ****ing will. Whatever you felt was just a lie. And you think I'm immature with love? Just because of my age? How ironic. Just because you were a horny ass when you were my age doesn't mean I can't be more down-to-earth. Plus, I'm a girl. \o/yayobvious.
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