I think that as much as I try to deny it to everyone, there will come a time when I will cry for you. I’ve given you that power to make me happy, sad, mad, or make me feel any emotion possible. Anything you want, you can make me feel it. And to be honest it sucks. It sucks so bad because I don’t want you to have that power over me because it makes me feel weak and I hate that feeling. I hate it all, and I hate you for making me feel the way you do and I hate you I hate you I hate you. But deep down, only I know how much I truly really love you.
Old school, like cocaine and caviar
Just thoughts, as always