whwre are you? come and get me.

oh fck it, really like, io wish i could be right beside your side right damn now and say : bitch, i really wanna hurt you back.

leaving me without a good reason was a bad thing. because this illness is eating my heart. facing the truth is kinda hurty. well, so hurt if i can say.
but ive never been so fcked up before. but i feel so much better everytime i get a long with friends. i aint popular, i aint rich, but i do have the best friends in the world.

i wish you could just hate me, and that'd be easy for me to forget you.
but, but, but, i have said ifs, buts, and, ands too much.

i guess this is kinda hard.