I feel like s**t, for some reason I want to smack a certain friend but at the same time give he/she a hug and say something I know I shouldn't say. Not after what they said to me at least. It would be useless to trod on a burnt bridge, just as it is to humble oneself only to get kicked in the teeth.
I must thank the lovely process of thinking to bringing me to this wonderful feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I'm not going to degrade myself just because one boy thinks I am horrible. I'm a b***h, end of teh story. Its a love/hate, I just never thought that this one person would cross over to hate.
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