Imagine getting hit by a baseball bat to the face.
I woke up with my face planted on the floor. Apparently, i fell off the bed.
"What a nice way to wake up." I thought to myself. My head hurt because I fell off the bed and hit the floor. I didn't want to walk out of my room yet so i went back to bed. I suddenly regretted it because I couldn't go back to sleep because my thoughts were running inside my mind.
Guess what i was thinking about? well.. My ex. *nervous laughter*
Okay, so.. a bunch of you people out there might think that I'm too young or whatever but shoot me for getting myself involved in those teen love sh*t. I am 15 after all.
Why was i thinking of my ex again? oh yeah.. because I took him seriously and in the end he just doesn't 'love' me anymore because there were no 'sparks'. LOVE ISN'T ALL ABOUT THE SPARKS! DUMBASS!
Welp! I'm ranting. I best be out of here before I say something regretful.
Peace Out! (Is2g that's weird but the site looks like a 2000's site so I MUST ADD THE 2000's FEEl.)