Why come around?
~*I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake.*~
I thought about you all weekend. Just to come to find out that it was for nothing. I hate this feeling, and I am starting to think I hate everything about me and you.
How can you come back? Pull a few strings, and act as if you care? I get the sickest feeling in my stomach when I think about what I know. Maybe I am to naive and want to believe that you aren't the same. I've been here ONE to many times.
To think for one second I missed you...and you only miss my kiss.
Please. STOP. I hate this feeling. I hate the "fake" you. Fuck.
