J; 17.
Weird, silly, creative, dramatic. Prone to say whatever I want, because then again, it is MY blog.
I'm not exactly sure where I'm going, but I seem to be in a hurry getting there.
It’s been months since we talked. Almost a year. That was refreshing.
I loved how you picked it up. “Fine.” It’s such a little word that hid in a little barrage of other words. It’s such a little word that can mean so much. I just don’t want to weigh you down with my little dramatic tendencies. Especially since you’re so happy and doing sooo well for yourself. I didn’t want to make it about me, little self-centered me, like it always is.
You’re too nice to me. Too nice to me. Or maybe I should be nicer to myself.
