Nothing’s coming to me.
I feel it, I’ll be damned if I show it
If it doesn’t kill me then i shouldn’t stress it right?
My teeth are clenched and each breath is becoming long
Isn’t that what people do when they’re trying to keep calm
I swear to God I wouldn’t feel better if your face met my palm.
This has got to be pride.
I’m not sad.
This is fucking anger.
I can’t deal with the on and off.
I’m not that girl who sits and waits to the side.
Calls and text. DELETED ✔
Your number? GONE
fuck the pictures.
Don’t hit me up once you’re off whatever the fuck you’re on.
Sorry for the useless rant you guys.