Saturday, June 12, 2010
21:39PM
It took me very long to realise:
What's the point of waiting when everything has already been made so clear?
What's the point of torturing myself when you are not even caring?
It's time to stop.
And I'm serious this time.
I dont care if the whole world is doing it, I dont care if the world has changed. I dont need you to make me happy. I dont need you to make me smile. Fine, suit yourself. Fine, so be it. Fine, whatever it is, I'm not your toy. You've forgone this chance voluntarily. Not just 1 chance, but many chances. And I'll make sure you regret it one day.
Goodbye ♥
Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love youYou're gonna believe themAnd when you're fifteen feeling like there's nothing to figure outWell, count to ten, take it inThis is life before you know who you're gonna beFifteen Mind you, it's fifteen. Not seventeen. (: