Day Thirty: Your Reflection In The Mirror
Well... there's not much to say about you.
Sometimes you scare me, other times you look gorgeous. You're
really confusing, and I'm not even sure that I understand
you. I don't think I ever will. I can't sit here
typing some million word letter to you, because if I began, I
could never find the strength to stop. So please,
reflection...don't get me going.
Love,
Sydney.
you haven't changed.
things just changed between us.
you aren't the bad person in the whole situation.
no matter how much I want to think you are
the bad person,
you aren't. you only broke up with me,
that doesn't
make you the
"bad guy"
you're still the same.
you're still
...
you.
all mine; vent.
So I was at my Bestfiends house yesterday
.
And i mean you all knoow the drill . Stay up all nightt , sleep
'till three in the afternoon . Rightt ?
Well , I woke up at like 3:15 and like everydayy , walk
straight to my phone . But something was differentt todayy .
New Texxtt :
Fromm:Himm<3
Cotentt: Baabe , will you go out with me?
Me: Wttff , imm dreaming . [[my cruusshh jjstt asked me
outt ]]
Him<3: Noo babby , you're awakee andd i'd like an
answerr .
Me: Well what do you think my answerr iss ?
Him<3: Yesss ?
Me: Duuuh silllyy .
Truee storyy .