ihatethis.
iquitallonlinebloggingforgood.

I miss the boy who would put post-its all over my locker door.
the boy who wrote me notes to read during class
the boy who came to my house and vandalized my driveway when I felt sad
the boy who would walk with me everywhere during the summer
the boy who would meet me at our spot at heritage park
the boy who would go to gonsalves park with me




what happened to you.

I don’t feel like anything right now. My eyes hurt though if that counts for anything. For some reason, I can’t stop feeling the way I do. People would probably blame in on hormones. I choose to blame it on people.

I said I wouldn't blog on here anymore but I couldn't write anything on my other blog cause I was scared my friends would see it. I hate being seen as vulnerable to people so I'll just write it here. Today I was in my room & I opened up the shoebox filled with notes that you've written me. I cried because it felt like you meant more of what you said back then and everything you wrote to me feels like it doesn't even apply to me now. I don't deserve this. I give you more than you give back.