You Wear Me Out.
So, I don’t even like you. I’ve known for a while I’ve just stayed because your easy to be around (now anyway), and I think I would rather have you around than have no one, and go back to my random guys phase.
Also, I think I though I’ve had so many guys already, its easier to just go back to an old one than to endure the torture of getting to know someone new, and then getting payed out about it. Have some new inside joke, or bad nickname created to piss me off.
Also you were easy as fuck. I knew I’d never put myself out there unless there was an almost certain chance of getting results, which of course, I did.
But the thing that kinda gets me, is that: I don’t even really find you very attractive, your not ugly as such, just not terribly hot. And I did stuff with you? What was going through my head? Well, I’ll tell you. I thought well because I’m 15, everyone’s doing stuff now, sex, drugs and alcohol, the whole shazam. I should probably start, Oh, hello there, you’ll do.
Time for me to stop being weak, and start to realise I’m fine on my own.
Wow, the truth for once…
