Is it perhaps a general fact that every single guy on the planet does not love a girl, but just uses her to get laid?
I really thought I had finally found someone, someone who loved me for who I am. Someone who would want to be with me. Who wouldn't even think about hurting me. Physically nor mentally.
Why do I keep believing in dreams, hope?
He never really loved me...he used me, and I let him. I didn't stop him. The first time, okay, I didn't see it coming. But I should've known better yesterday.
In stead of now feeling even more miserable. And I don't even know if I'll be able to walk away of him. Who knows this'll happen a third time. If only Jake were here. I know with him by my side, I would be able to go away of him. I love Jake. Why does he have to live so far?
Why do I keep believing in love? Or the guy doesn't love me, he just uses me, or he may love me as well, but lives too far away...I want to be with you, Jake. With you. No one else. I just want to get out of here. Take a break. Run away from reality. From him. I don't want my heart to be even more broken. If that's possible.
I didn't cry when I was at my friend's house. SHe knows everything. I didn't cry. Yet now I'm sitting here, nearly crying. Trying not to.
I want to run away from this place. Get out of here. I wish I could go to Jake. I wish he could hold me in my arms, I wish it'd be so easy...I wish it'd be possible...
Listening to: RJA - Your Guardian Angel...