I do not care. At least I believe so.
Soft and love songs remind me of you. That's kinda hard to avoid I know. That's why I'm so pissed of the things that come after a bad break up. I hate to pick up your call and hear you yelling. I made my decision and I'll stay firm with it until you fucking fuck out of my life!
I do not wanna be informed.
That's defnite. I had moved on and I had passed it. Grow up!
I'm so wanna be involved in "those" stuff.
I know you hate it but for your information, they are always my thing. Get someone else to tell you what I want.
I used to be.
Yes. I did. But no more! No more only-you-talk conversation. No more how-nice-if-someone-get-me-this. No more It's-complicated arguement. No more! No more!
I'm not a sandwhich.
I know who are in my list and I know how to prioritize them A*P*P*R*O*P*R*I*A*T*E*L*Y.
So?