I’m sorry I cant tell Ты really what going on.
It wasn’t meant to hurt.
For either of us.
I guess it did.
I panicked. Shit, I did.
I was happy but I was scared. How can happiness and fear exist at the same time, every time?
I wanted it bad. Wanted Ты badly.
For a long time.
When I got to know about what Ты felt, what Ты told, I was happy. Maybe after a long time.
After a really, really, long time.
You always did make me feel something I’ve rarely felt.
You ever always, sincerely, the rose among the thorns.
But I was scared.
One bitten twice shy couldn’t even cover it. I knew this was different. Ты liked me back right? I’ve know Ты for so long.
But convincing myself that maybe, just maybe, this time it would be different was hard.
I was so confused. Torn between Ты and the right thing. God, what a choice.
I don’t know why I made this worse. I knew what I wanted. I wanted you, I wanted what Ты offered and I wanted to be happy. So why did I throw it away because I was thinking about the right thing?
When was the right thing ever right? Wasn’t the wrong turn the best turn?
Is it?
I panicked. I thought ‘why should I risk getting hurt again? Its not worth it’.
So I put out all the reasons I’ve thought to convince myself that I don’t need a guy. Even if they liked me.
I wanted to be single, I’m not ready for a relationship, my parents wont like it.
Its not really valid, however true, is it?
I’m such a coward.
I’ve always сказал(-а) to myself that I was the type of girl who would never let the “clichéd” get in the way of what I wanted the most.
I guess I did.
Its late, so late, but I have to say.
I am sorry.
I panicked - no excuse - but always my bad.
You’ve never probably see this, but I just wanted to get it out.
It wasn’t meant to hurt. But it did. For me.
Because I just let go of a man who meant a lot еще to me than rock music, because apparently, my normal medicine rock, couldn’t even heal the pain I felt.
Here’s to You: An Apology too late.
It wasn’t meant to hurt.
For either of us.
I guess it did.
I panicked. Shit, I did.
I was happy but I was scared. How can happiness and fear exist at the same time, every time?
I wanted it bad. Wanted Ты badly.
For a long time.
When I got to know about what Ты felt, what Ты told, I was happy. Maybe after a long time.
After a really, really, long time.
You always did make me feel something I’ve rarely felt.
You ever always, sincerely, the rose among the thorns.
But I was scared.
One bitten twice shy couldn’t even cover it. I knew this was different. Ты liked me back right? I’ve know Ты for so long.
But convincing myself that maybe, just maybe, this time it would be different was hard.
I was so confused. Torn between Ты and the right thing. God, what a choice.
I don’t know why I made this worse. I knew what I wanted. I wanted you, I wanted what Ты offered and I wanted to be happy. So why did I throw it away because I was thinking about the right thing?
When was the right thing ever right? Wasn’t the wrong turn the best turn?
Is it?
I panicked. I thought ‘why should I risk getting hurt again? Its not worth it’.
So I put out all the reasons I’ve thought to convince myself that I don’t need a guy. Even if they liked me.
I wanted to be single, I’m not ready for a relationship, my parents wont like it.
Its not really valid, however true, is it?
I’m such a coward.
I’ve always сказал(-а) to myself that I was the type of girl who would never let the “clichéd” get in the way of what I wanted the most.
I guess I did.
Its late, so late, but I have to say.
I am sorry.
I panicked - no excuse - but always my bad.
You’ve never probably see this, but I just wanted to get it out.
It wasn’t meant to hurt. But it did. For me.
Because I just let go of a man who meant a lot еще to me than rock music, because apparently, my normal medicine rock, couldn’t even heal the pain I felt.
Here’s to You: An Apology too late.
The Далее день was a horror show.The school was burned down to the ground.All we had left was some desks,chairs,and books.The princepal and the church owner сказал(-а) we can us the church.Its to scared us to death because Sally Gunsman was burned with the school.Her brother Brandon Gunsman
was lucky he didnt go to the school with her to get her books,but he was sorry he did every go
because him could hav go her out.We all told him its not your fault ,she went in at the wrong time.
We had to save us and the town but how?
was lucky he didnt go to the school with her to get her books,but he was sorry he did every go
because him could hav go her out.We all told him its not your fault ,she went in at the wrong time.
We had to save us and the town but how?