I had a fun thing, then I didn't. I "have" a best friend,but I don't want him. I want someone to be my own and I feel like he's hiding behind a great excuse. Maybe I'm not his type, maybe he really doesn't wanna screw his friend over: that ship has sailed anyway.
I noticed that he's something like a womanizer. Gives every girl their week until he gets what he wants (or the most he can get) and moves to the next. Kinda like a train; next stop, 125th girl. Boy do you feel special when he's at your stop. But soon enough he starts running express and passes right by your local stop.
I told myself I wouldn't fall for that charm, the smile, and those dimples, but come on, I'm 17, meaning hormonal and horny smh.
If you can't be with me alone, then we can't do the "only if we're exclusive" stuff. Your friend 400 miles away can't be your only excuse. And if he is, call me when you're are older than your shoe size.
So, with that being said, I'm ending it before it can even get too deep. Sooo tired of the immaturity, the hiding, the fronting, and the faking.
And the worst part about it is that they will always be immature...
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