Hating you ain't easy, loving you is
BOYS ARE HARD TO UNDERSTAND ._.
I have a boyf. He's cute, & handsome. He is a naive guy that loves everyone. Even though ppl treat him bad, he'll stil love them. He likes to hit his Mother and Girlf, but we don't complain. He has bad temper when ppl wakes him up, & loves dota, blackshot, & left4 dead. He used to be called hongster, but he said that he'll no longer one anymore. He is selfish towards his girlf, & generous to his friends. He thinks that scolding & beating up girlf is what girls should tolerate. He has an ambicious thinking that he WILL go poly. He's lead astray by drugs & gum. He just called me, but we ended our call shouting @ each other.
I wonder since when, you've not been msging me as often as you do already. Whenever i call you, yr voice will be always ablaze w anger, shouting at me. & demanding me to stop irritating you. Why did everything become like this? Is it something wrong w you, or is it me? I hate th feeling of waiting. Waiting for yr reply, yr calls. And even to find me. It really bothers me alot manxz. I wonder if all guys will have feelings fading like this.
As guys, you all ought to find out more about what girls think, and not only having us to find out what you are thinking. It really make us v fxcked up, (or maybe its just me) cracking our heads to not make our loved ones be bored of us; trying hard to make sure guys don't climb over our heads. All these factors, cause us to be afraid. Afraid of being attached. Sometimes, i just feel like giving up, giving up all these efforts done for so long an end. But all i need is a smile from you, and th whole idea vanished.
It's no longer th same anymore. Eversince you sat delibrately w a pretty girl, & you hit me. My love for you is increasing, but yours is decreasing. I'll be happy enough if we were to last till my birthday.
6:53 PM -
I didn't even know its coming ♥
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BOYS ARE HARD TO UNDERSTAND ._.
I have a boyf. He's cute, & handsome. He is a naive guy that loves everyone. Even though ppl treat him bad, he'll stil love them. He likes to hit his Mother and Girlf, but we don't complain. He has bad temper when ppl wakes him up, & loves dota, blackshot, & left4 dead. He used to be called hongster, but he said that he'll no longer one anymore. He is selfish towards his girlf, & generous to his friends. He thinks that scolding & beating up girlf is what girls should tolerate. He has an ambicious thinking that he WILL go poly. He's lead astray by drugs & gum. He just called me, but we ended our call shouting @ each other.
I wonder since when, you've not been msging me as often as you do already. Whenever i call you, yr voice will be always ablaze w anger, shouting at me. & demanding me to stop irritating you. Why did everything become like this? Is it something wrong w you, or is it me? I hate th feeling of waiting. Waiting for yr reply, yr calls. And even to find me. It really bothers me alot manxz. I wonder if all guys will have feelings fading like this.
As guys, you all ought to find out more about what girls think, and not only having us to find out what you are thinking. It really make us v fxcked up, (or maybe its just me) cracking our heads to not make our loved ones be bored of us; trying hard to make sure guys don't climb over our heads. All these factors, cause us to be afraid. Afraid of being attached. Sometimes, i just feel like giving up, giving up all these efforts done for so long an end. But all i need is a smile from you, and th whole idea vanished.
It's no longer th same anymore. Eversince you sat delibrately w a pretty girl, & you hit me. My love for you is increasing, but yours is decreasing. I'll be happy enough if we were to last till my birthday.
6:53 PM -
I didnt even know its coming ♥
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