two hundred-second.

dear (k)you,

since i've lost hope of class suspension tomorrow, and before i jump in into the world of wizards and magic, i just wanted to share this random post i saw:

(disclaimer: okay i know i said a few posts back that that is the last time i would be writing about the asshole who screwed me up, but whatever, when did i ever follow through with the things i say?)

"most people understand and know the feeling of being played. being played by a boy... (who) makes you smile just be texting you "hey". a boy that you had something with. a boy that constantly made you laugh and smile. a boy that stopped texting you one day. a boy that started ignoring you, acting like he didn't know you, and acting like you never had something. most girls know that feeling. most girls wish they could give that boy up..."

so i deleted a few lines which were out of context, but basically that's it. it did kind of hit the spot straight on. and what scares me is the fact that had he not acted like a complete arse, i would have chosen him. i was so ready to give him a chance, hell, i think i did give him a chance already, but he changed his mind first.

kinda reminds me of that song:

"and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now."

i really wanna go back to thinking about you. and school. i think i was happier back then hating on just school.