Shakey…
Everytime you talk to me I shake on the inside and I don’t know how to talk to you. I am usually just really quiet. How am I supposed to know that that ONE gesture I made was going to make you hate me and not want to be friends with me? How was I supposed to know that’s all that would make you hate me? How was I supposed to know any of this? I’m sorry that I am not your best friend because I don’t know how the fuck I am supposed to act around you especially since you chose your girlfriend over me because I switched schools because I had to. Sorry that I thought everything that happened between us was just a load of shit. Sorry I didn’t know that we were actually friends. Sorry that I am not perfect and I don’t know what you want. Sorry that the one time that you wanted me to say something to help defend you I didn’t. Little do you know I hate myself everytime you don’t want to be friends. Little do you know that if I could and if I had the skills I’d write music for you and I would sing it to you if I had the courage to do it. I’m sorry that I’m not a slutty girl that will have sex with you. I’m not like that and I probably never will be. If you want to have sex with me then you should work for it. I’m not just a store that you can come and get what you want from me and then leave. I’m not THAT kind of a girl. If you want me then work for it. Fuck you if you don’t want to or if that is too much work.
