yeah

yeah i know this would happen. Second thoughts about her...

i knew it.

It's pretty ironic how people continuously forget the positive characteristics of a person but yet remember one simple mistake. Countless favors done without asking anything in return. Some that even had the possibility of a child being born. Hundreds of laughs shared that now turn into frowns. The ironic part is how if the tables were switched, i'd be telling you how everything would be alright and we'd always be homies. That's what quality does. If i learned anything, i learned the importance of quality not quantity. You can be in a crowded room yet feel alone. I have the strongest urge to say fuck you, but i know that's not how i want to end this. Just know, i'll remember how we were before at her house then how we are now. Sometimes things are broken beyond repair, fuck it.

=o

Get out of my head /:

porque?

Why nice guys always finish last and the douchebag always wins always astounds me.