love that four of you made promises to eachother to stay away from me at parties. promises that you all wouldn’t hug me, kiss me, or anything more.

love that three of you broke this promise within the next 5 days.

what is it about me. turning boys to men, and then back again. no matter how hard i try, they always turn back again.

12:06 am  •  1 February 2011  •  1 note