whenever we talk, i try to remind myself of the promise i made to myself and my friends.
that i would never go back.
because you hurt me, and again, and again and i just can’t get over it. well, i am over it, it’s just that i don’t want it to happen again. i always think that you’re great, and when you liked me, it was fun and happy. but things have changed now.
its taken you to long to see that i was always there by the sidelines.
whereas the promqueen, as we shall call her, was always blinding you.
but again, i say i am sorry, just because i feel bad that i have to hurt you.