Even when its only a short conversation, I still can’t keep myself from falling for you all over again. And I hate it. You have so much power over me and you don’t even know it. But I am weak. I give you all your power. I want you to use it over me. I want you to need me, even if its something as simple as “What was the homework in chemistry?”. I want you to want me to be a part of your life, just as I want you to be a part of mine. I want to see your face light up the room when you walk in, and hear your laugh vibrate through the air. I want so many things. But I had my chance, and in this game, you only get one shot. begin to tell you how fucking stupid our yearbook “team” is at our school. They are lazy so they only put in pictures with their friends, they put in the shittiest pictures of people, the don’t even credit the right people the picture, and they make up quotes that people say. Pathetic. Tell me again why this is a thing. -_-
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