Lies and Fairweather Friends.

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when i gazed into your eyes, it was then when i realized i didn't know you at all.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011 @ 5:05 AM

i'm not one of those girls who gets blessed with a boy who loves me deeply and crazily like their first. I always find myself ending up in situations where i'm the tiring girl who is appreciated, looked at with a sympathetic heart. I know i will never be the kind of girlfriend who's boyfriend puts before anything, or gets thought about throughout the day. i know i sound awfully rash, and that's why i blog this fucking shit where no one excluding myself can see because i'm too afraid to tell anyone.