so this is how the story goes

once upon a time, there was a boy
who made me think
"be the player, not the game"

sounds awful, i know :\


and now, there's this boy who got me thinking
"fuck playing, i'm all yours"

it's almost been 9 months, chica

can't you be happy for me? i thought you said you love me.
for the sake of my terrible ego, this is what makes me happy.
really?
like, do i really have to feel uncomfortable whenever i'm with you, whenever i wanna share something about him, but i ended up talking about another thing, because i'm scared of what you think of him?