I want you to beg me to stay and tell me how horrible you’re doing without me. Show me you need me and want me in your life. That you’ll do anything to make me stay. Show me that I’m the only girl for you, and no other girl compares. Chase after me. Don’t let me give up, show me I’m making a big mistake by leaving. Show me how important I am to you. Don’t just let me walk way…
GIVE AWAY!!
Start date: May 20, 2012
End date: June 20, 2012
Rules:
-Up to 5 reblogs.
-Likes don’t count.
-Must be following me. I WILL check.
-I’ll ship to anywhere.
The give away includes:
-My old white iPhone 4
-Limited edition Roxy film camera (35mm)
-A brand new ukulele
-14 pairs of sunglasses/glasses
-3 pairs of Target shorts (all size five, they’ve been worn.)
-5 never worn Pacsun shirts (all small)
-1 lace tank top (not sure where from. size small)
-1 dress from Pacsun (size small)
THIS IS NOT A SCAM. My birthday was yesterday and this is stuff that I didn’t want/fit in. I ended up getting a new iPhone, and film camera, so I’m giving the old ones away. Everything is in good condition. Any questions, feel free to ask.
Good luck, everyone.
PLEASE PICK ME IM BEGGING YOU
Omg
OH WTF
You don’t always have to be sweet and lovey dovey all the time. You can be the assholes to each other and be mean. That’s when you know there is comfortability. Making fun of each other, calling mean names, abusing each other. Abusing as in joking around. The playful fighting. That’s another way to show love.
They always have someone else to occupy them and all they do is treat me like shit. I put them first, but in return I’m always their second choice. Most of the time, I just feel like a third wheel, like they have someone better to talk to. I miss how close we used to be back then, now I don’t even feel like telling them personal stuff anymore because I’m afraid that they’ll judge me or think I’m annoying. I don’t even feel that comfortable around them, even though I try to make it seem like everything is normal. I try to act like I’m fine with everything and that we’re still super close, but in reality, nothing is going right, everything is already falling apart, and I don’t even know who my real best friends are anymore.
