He will not follow you on the street, just because he wants to know where you live. Because he doesn't want to know where you live, he just doesn't care. Stop hoping that he cares about you. He doesn't. He called you back if he actually does. But did he call back? No, he didn't, he never did and he never will. You were just a random girl, at a random party, ready to open your legs for him. That's what you are for him. Well, in fact, you are nothing to him anymore. You were like a toy: he played with you and threw you away. That's what you were. He did not hurt you on purpose, he didn't care, that's all. STOP HOPING STOP DREAMING STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM. HE DOES NOT WANT YOU. HE DOES NOT THINK ABOUT YOU. STOP ALL THAT SHIT BEFORE IT KILLS YOU. Can't you see it's killing you right now? Look at you. You don't live anymore since this night. And why? Just because you're waiting for something that will NEVER happen. Keep waiting, keep waiting for this summer. You will be so disappointed. So destroyed, when you will see he never gave a shit about you. It's time to MOVE ON. MOVE ON MOVE ON MOVE ON MOVE ON MOVE ON. FORGET IT. FORGET ALL THIS. YOU NEED TO DO THIS. RIGHT NOW. STARTING TONIGHT. MOVE THE FUCK ON BITCH.
En quatre ans, je n'ai absolument pas changé. Je suis toujours cette fille stupide, faussement originale, sans aucune conversation, et sans aucun intérêt. La seule chose qui a évolué c'est que désormais j'en ai conscience.