Giggling like a school girl as I text my boyfriend risque messages.
This Summer Will Bring Changes…
I’m not sure where the end of this semester will take me, but once I find out, I’ll be in one place or another. If I end up on the path that leads me to a different school for the semester, I’ll have to give up certain things and get my life back on track. If I end up staying here, I might end up giving up certain things anyways.
I think it’s about time I set him free anyways. I don’t fit into his life anymore, and I know I’m holding him back.
Sometimes I Wonder
How I ever got myself into such a mess. I legitimately have no idea what’s going on with this anymore. I feel like nothing more than a sideline girlfriend. I spend the majority of my time waiting around to be noticed. I don’t get invites to go places. He doesn’t ask me to spend time with him. Ultimately, I just feel like the girl who takes care of him, so he can go have the time of his life with other people.
When did I become second best?
And the bigger question: Why am I allowing myself to be second best? That’s not my game.
Wasn’t Aware You Felt That Way
But, okay, put me down like that, that’s fine.
Gym tomorrow and Thursday with my lovely Brittany, work on Wednesday, and one on one time with the wonderful, Peter Caven, and his cute as fuck sidekick, Liono. Guys and cats, there’s just something about it.
I’m Going to Lose My Best Friend
to a girl I don’t even know.
Because I wasn’t good enough.
That Moment When
You catch yourself spending way too much time on /r/breakups.
For the love of god, stop this madness.
He asks: Are you really looking for a guy that bad?
I say: If you’re planning on dipping out, pfft…hell yeah, I’m going to need one HELL of a rebound.