Omg
I liked an old insta post of yours, Jaybird.
I hope you don’t have push notifications on lol
I hope the notification disappears
Omg
Forgive me. I just missed you, I dreamed about you the other night and woke up in tears.
If only things had been different. Truly, I don’t know why I left you. I was afraid, I think.. why? I’m not sure. But 5 years later.. you still walk in my dreams and your mark still burns in my heart.
I have yet to fit in the arms of another man like I fit in yours. I have yet to see such emotion in someone’s eyes.
I do not regret leaving you, we both had growing to do. But.. what can I do now? What can I do, but love you still? And pray for you? What can I do, oh, but remember you?
And still I hope.. I hope and pray that someday our paths will curve towards each other.. and maybe.. just maybe, they’ll intertwine yet again.
~Laney
I didn’t get a chance to be alone with you tonight.
I was intoxicated and confident enough to tell you my feelings.
There‘s always a next time.
Perhaps NYE?
So I bought your bands merch sweatshirt on an drunken impulse buy and you can bet your sweet ass I’ll be sleeping in it every night.
I don’t have the time or energy for this anymore. I have too many programs running and it’s draining me. This one has to go.
FUCKING ANSWER MY TEXT YOU SCRUB. YOU LEFT ME ON READ.
I'M MORE THAN ANNOYED!!@!@!!!!!
So annoying you. You know a simple text saying you're busy today would be more than enough to keep my nerves at bay. But what do you do? Ignore me from the get go.
Absolute shithead. I'm an idiot for even worrying about you.
JUST ANSWER LIKE YOU NORMALLY DO. YOU'RE MAD? I'M MAD TOO. YOU'RE SO ANNOYING TO DEAL WITHHHHHHHHHHH
AHHHHHHHHHHH I'M GOING MENTAL.
I miss the passion my heart used to feel. I miss how fast I could fall in love before my heart was ever really broken.
The old me would melt right in your arms. Now I know better, I just really wish that I didn't.
I spent a few hours today thinking about another boy. I hope you forgive me.
I still love you most-ests
which is just a more dramatic form of most
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I like to play a game.
I try to manipulate the conversation so that you’ll say you want to see me.
I don’t care about you necessarily. That sounds bad but it’s true.
I’ve just formulated this idea in my head, where my game is, and you’re the next convenient boy to pay attention to me.
I love when you compliment me.
Of course it’s only when I’m naked, your arms all over me. But it still feels good.
To hear you say that Im sexy, I mean. The rest was meh.
And I shouldn’t want to see you again because I didn’t really enjoy myself. And again, I don’t really care about you.
But I care about what you said to me. It’s like adrenaline.
Did you mean it? I’m sure you did at the time.
But what about the rest of the time. Amn’t I always sexy? In fact, why are you not obsessed with me?
If I’m so fucking sexy. And I have a great personality. Why don’t you like me?
I don’t care. I don’t even like you. But my game only works if you want me. I want you to want me.
So I’ll see you again. I’ll tolerate it. Until I get another fix
I love it when you call me sexy. It feels so good. Did you mean it?