Way to reappear out of the blue.
I'll be polite and I'll be nice.
Don't expect anything from me though,
You have to start at the beginning again.
I can't let you back in easily.
This heart is guarded for a reason.
It hurts too easily these days.

evolution evolution evolution.
I just don't feel the same anymore.

I remember when I was young, you were still around and I used to spend so much time playing at your house.
You came to my kindergarden, you came with her and them.
It was easter, so it was cool. We were all so excited to have you there with us.
You brought trays for the oven, flower, butter, eggs, everything we could possibly need.
You taught us how to make them, from scratch, from the beginning.
You let me leave out the saltanas and raisins.
You knew I didn't like them.
I remember eating it fresh from the oven, butter melted, warm to the touch.
It was a perfect day.
I remember you, so clearly.
I miss you.

Drama drama drama.
The interenet is a place that can always provide it. Almost in excess.
I suppose it makes sense that all the strong willed and extraverted people fight for the most attention, or some asshole hides behind some fake mask thinking that they are better than everyone else. What I don't get is the need to make anyone who is different, or anyone who doesn't conform to one person's ideals, feel like complete and utter shit, to break them down and bully them. After all, it is bullying. Even from behind my computer screen, all the way accross the world I know that you are nothing more than a bitter bully right now.
What I hope is that the person you are so eager to tear down doesn't take it to heart, because they are worth so much more than your jaded words. No matter how different they are.
I hope one day you become the person you want to be, because right now, I really hope you are far from it. Right now to me, you seem like nothing more than a scared, jealous, and extremely pathetic douche. Oh and nothing more than a bully. No one ever likes a bully.
I don't know where this came from. Maybe it came from the fact that I have been bullied myself in the past, or maybe it came form the fact that I hate watching people who are smaller and most likely weaker than others getting picked on for no reason, or maybe because I hate it when people rip someone apart for being themselves.
We all have a voice and this is me using mine to voice my opinion. I don't care if you don't agree, it is after all my opinion for a reason.
I just wish some people would stop being so fucking pathetic.

cross posted.

I'm way to attached to you right now. It's insane.
I'm going insane.

Parents.
They are those amazing people that gave you life,
That brought you into this world.
They shouldn't be making you feel like this.
They should be empowering you,
Building you up to be everything you can be.
Looking out for you,
Wanting the best for you.
I'm sorry.

You know when you wish you could be somewhere else?
I wish I was somewhere else.
I know if I was with him he wouldn't let me out of his arms.

Tuesday. I am both excited and dreading for Tuesday.
6 months.
I think I've changed.
I might have found someone else.
You might have changed.
I don't know about you anymore.

I don't sleep anymore.
We talk til the sunrises.
About everything and about nothing.
You make my head spin.
I mentioned being cold. You promised that you'd hold me in your arms until I fell asleep.
My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest.
I can see myself falling in love with you.
So quickly.
So hard.
I just don't want to get hurt. I don't want to hurt anymore.

everytime I hear that noise my heart melts a little.
I get butterflies.
I get nervous.
I smile.
I don't think this means as much to you.
I don't think you even really want this.
I think you're just having fun.
I want to let go of everything and have fun.

Almost in love.

Pretty sure you have me hooked so bad right now. It's only been three days. Fuck.

It's something like 21 days.
What the fucking fuck?
It felt like yesterday you left, with a shit goodbye and a whole lot of sad.
Now you're coming back and I don't know what to think.
Am I the same?
Are we the same?
Will it pick up again?
Or am I just empoying wishful thinking?
I hate complicated.