fergie can go die.

"its time to be a big girl now, and big girls dont cry..."

err... no. no, no, no. i laughed when i heard that. lies. big girls cry. all the time. really, it depends on what you define as a big girl, right? is a big girl someone grown up, someone mature?
according to my best friends dad, im the most responsible child in his house, and i dont even live there.
i think i'd call myself mature, tbh.
and i cry all the time, over stupis things.
such as you. mainly you.
why?

because when she cries, you'll be there to hold her hand, just like you did when i needed you. you'll wipe her tears, and kiss her, because there seems to be no problem you cant fix. i remember being her, and the thing that makes me cry is knowing we will never go back to the way we were. so i'll try to move on, because thats just the way life goes...
the way the cookie crumbles.
what a sad, sad, depressing cookie.

i dont care if you see this, to be honest, i just dont care.
99.9% over you. but its that 0.1% that keeps me going.
that 0.1% that infects my head, that keeps me staring at you, that gives me that tiny, tiny shread of hope...

i know you cant help how you feel, and im sorry if you read this and its makes everything that little bit more awkward that it already is.
i just cant do this anymore...

song of my day :
if you cant live without me, why arent you dead yet? - mayday parade
"when you hear this chorus, do you miss the way the world was spinning for us?"

peace&lovee♥