I hear that you want to talk to other guys. I see that other guys are able to get your attention. I notice that we’re practically strangers. I realize I gave you the wrong impression. I know that you aren’t 100% here for me. I accept the fact you don’t want to be with me. I try not to care. I failed to grasp a second chance. I went back to the guy I used to be. But you’re still the one on mind constantly, still the one I want to be with. I wasn’t lying when I told you you brought feelings back I havent felt in a while. I still feel it, I honestly do. I miss you dearly.
I admit that I fuck around with girls a lot, but when it comes down to really liking a someone, I’m a whole different guy. Mark my words.
Lauren, can we just forget about what happened and start over so I can make you my girlfriend. Goddamn.
When I’m around kids younger then me, i act like im mature:
Me around kids:
me around people my age:
Let’s look at this through my eyes…
From my point of view. You played me. You hurt me. You fucked me over. You went from talking to me,holding my hand, spending time with me, to completely ignoring me and letting these others dudes get your attention. You told that you’ve been hurt by your last guy. You told me you don’t want to be hurt, to be played. I took those words to the heart. In the week that we connected, I went out of my way to make you realize I wasn’t going to be like that guy. You called me crying after your volleyball game and the minute I knew what really went down, I went out to buy you flowers. I went to your volleyball game. I stayed after school for a few extra minutes just so I could see you. I let you drive my car the same day we officially started to talk. I put you above my priorities. But you didn’t see that. You didn’t see that I was willing to slowly change how I used to act, so that I could make you realize that I wouldn’t hurt you, that I would take us seriously. You looked passed all the little things that I did because of one misunderstanding that I myself, did not have fault in. You won’t listen, you won’t let me explain. You didn’t give me a chance. You left me in your rearview.
So the real question is, did I hurt you, or did you hurt me?
3 weeks ago, I met a girl in my AP Calc class. 3 weeks later, I’m sitting here writing this blog because she misunderstood me over a picture that was posted on instagram. I’ve been chasing girls that are only good to party with and honestly fuck. My last girlfriend was beginning of sophomore year. Ever since then, I didn’t care what I was doing. One girl lead to talking to 2-3 at a time. I honestly didn’t give a fuck what I was doing or where this would all take me. But up until this year, that girl I met in class, stood out to me. She wasn’t going to be like the ones I was chasing after. She was going to make me come to my sense that the perfect girl is still there. We connected instantly. Her love for music won me over. She was beautiful. She was the “new girl” everyone was talking about and I was there to swoop her up before anyone else was. It felt damn good to know that she brought back emotions I thought I’d never feel again. I think for the longest time ever, I was beginning to genuinely like a girl all over again. But because I wasn’t careful with my words and with my actions, she didn’t want to stick around with another guy that might hurt her. I lost my chance. I lost the opportunity to make something out of us. I lost the feeling of liking a girl and gained the feeling of how it felt to lose a girl, all over again. I thought I played my cards right, I thought I took the right path, but I guess I thought wrong, because 3 weeks ago, I didn’t think I would be sitting here regretting the decisions that I’ve made and being head over heels for a girl I had just met.
Anonymous asked: who you like?
review yourself, and ill tell you
Havent been on tumblr in a minute
and I’m here to just tell you that I just wanna fuck
Nice Guy < Assholes
You’re the one there for her. For her to talk to, vent to. You give her advice, tell her what she should do. You make her smile, make her forget about the bad things. You talk to her, make her laugh. You do all the possible things you can to make her your priority, and for a glimpse, you think you’re her priority too. You’re not. You’re the one left in the dirt. You’re the one she looks pass. You’re the one she doesn’t care for. You’re not her priority, Because her priority is the asshole that you tried so hard to get her to forget about.