i came across this photo i took of this post on tumblr in one of my files.

"Everyday, I fight back the urge to text you or talk to you. Telling myself that if you wanted to speak to me, you would."

oh well, as a fifteen year old and stuff, you didn't get it. and i'm glad you didn't.

God broke my heart that day. He didn't really. He just showed me that if i continued to do what i wanted to do, i would be so hollow inside.

you didn't know initiative. and i can't stand that. i can't stand that.

i really can't. after that day with you, you took a week. a week.

if i still liked you then, i would have already drowned in endless thoughts. oh well.

now, i realised how wrong you were for me.

ah. well.

who needs a guy anyway? i'm a teenager!