i'm worried. i'm worried i screwed up something good, like i often do. Although, he told Freddie he wanted to see a movie later in the week, but i have yet to determine if that included me, even though Freddie invited me along. On one hand, i want to see him, talk to him, so i can figure out how it's going to be, how he's going to act around me. But on the other hand, i never want to see him again. i never want to talk to him ever again. i never want to think about him ever again. But my personality won't allow me to do any of those things. my talent is fucking things up. i'm a pro.
~*maria*~
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