whats keeping me up so late? Life. Soo much has happened since the past month of being on here. It all begins with a boy. ofcourse...
I met him. He met me. We hit it off.
He was the first boy i've ever met you seemed to actually be there for me. He wanted to help me, and wanted to know about my absurd past. He would take me places, by me lunch/breakfast/dinner. He would look at me, and see me. He would would hold my hand while he drove me to the beach. He taught me how to be more outgoing: he taught me how to break out of my shell. And he left me.
He fucking left me to be swallowed up in my sorrow and depression which was weeping out of every pore on my body. I don't understand what i did wrong. Did he really not care about me? Have i truly misunderstood what i saw behind those hazel eyes? His kisses were fake.
