Level 3
It's funny. You have the ability to make me laugh and smile and act horribly immature, but then you have the ability to make me miserable.
Most of the time I think we're friends. I call you by the nickname I made for you, that I made so long ago I don't even remember why it started. But sometimes, your joking insults seem too real to me and I feel my heart splinter.
It's too bad, really.
Most of the time I think we're friends. I call you by the nickname I made for you, that I made so long ago I don't even remember why it started. But sometimes, your joking insults seem too real to me and I feel my heart splinter.
It's too bad, really.