isn’t it ironic
how we kill
I understand that there is no we and that I don’t mean anything to you but you could atleast respect me and my feelings, I guess I shouldn’t expect anything though honestly
A boy called me a fat ass today so that was cool
So I can’t get mad at anything he does because we aren’t a thing or anything choose to it. There’s no commitment what so ever, which is frustrating and exhilarating all in one. I’m not attached but I hang on to every word he says. The way his glances feel, so secretive and just for me. How he works with his hands but corrects my punctuation. The playful nudges and the effortless way he opens my car door. The minor things that he probably doesn’t even notice himself, but I do. But don’t jump to any conclusions, I’m not in love, I cannot allow myself to be in love with someone that has no intentions of being in love with anyone, let alone an insignificant girl like me.