March 2012
February 2012
It goes a little something like this.
mohfxckintiffany:
They’re nice to me. They say sweet things to me. They call me pretty and cute, then they start making short conversations with me. Then after some time, they talk to me less and less, then they eventually just stop talking to me altogether. And that’s when I begin to question what I did wrong, again. Because after being consecutively left in the dirt, you can’t help but think...
