I wasn't telling the truth.

It has nothing to do with you. You always think you're the center of attention.

"DAMMIT REBECKA, LET ME IN YOUR HOUSE" is not gonna get you anywhere, especially not in my house.

OMG. You're so hawt. :heart:

BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS MINE. I THOUGHT YOU GAVE IT TO ME. ITS MY GUITAR NOW. DON'T TAKE IT AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEEEE! :bigcry: YOU NEVER EVEN USED IT, WHY DO YOU WANT IT BACK?

 

Well if you take it back then Im just gonna have to buy an electric one and play it very loud very late at night. Mwahahaha! :evilgrin:

I want you to come with me, please.

I love how sure you are of everything all the time. Even when you're wrong, it's almost like you don't truly believe it. It's not in a pompous or arrogant way, but a sincerity you have in everything that I envy. Even when you have a shadow of doubt on your mind you smile when you talk about it as if it's not actually true. You're always free of any burden, completely sure of every step you take. Maybe it's a good thing you're around, surrounding me with positive examples of how to live a life full of turmoil.

The cancer made you strong, not physically but in every other aspect. And this may be stupid but I hope to experience such turbulence that would mold me the same way into what i'm supposed to be.

I wasn't telling the truth.

I actually feel sad for you. But what can I say? I always say the wrong things and in the end, you would hate me.

Don't tell me I'm too young to go on 4chan. It's not like I don't know.

I'm sorry. Please tell me what we can do to make everything ok again. I think about you all the time but I'm too proud to admit it.

I am a crazy obsessed bitch that can't get over shit that happened a year ago.

 

I like to make fun of something that I'M TOTALLY OVER

it doesn't bother me

 

NO

 

I JUST NEED TO CONSTANTLY BRING IT UP & MAKE JOKES ABOUT IT

 

 

I'm completely over it.

for sure.

no doubt.

 

yep

:dozey::thinking: i dont tink sooo.....

 

:P:kiss:

What if you run away cos I never have time to go see you or go out D: ?

I don´t understand you actually. Is it me, that I really have bad bad luck, or is it you? I can´t deal with this now. You talk to me, and you seem kind and interested in me, and today you leave. WTF? It is destiny? My miserable destiny, my lonely destiny?

Is it my fault?

Why can people fall in love, and have a friendship, and marry? And now, when I had a chance, a fucking small chance, everything is screwed up again.

No, I don´t understand.

dear creepy little girl

 

stop stalking me

you are such a freak.

You know what? At least you can say thank you for me just making your life 1000 times more awesome, while I have to stand here and suffer :nice:

you're a liar. you should be shot.

TALK TO ME YOU COWARD.

Turkey Time.

 

I wanna do your mashed taters.

Stop calling me, stop messaging me, stop chatting to me :blank:

Leave. Me. Alone. Thank you.

I love kissing you <3

Call me back. We need to go to this Frightened Rabbit gig. I know you love them as much as I do. I miss your face.

YOU LIAR!!