Expectation is the root of all heartache.
Watch you give those other guys a chance; watch them hurt you, but you won’t even accept my invitation to dinner.
*A poem by Jonathan Soto*
It hurts my pride to tell you how I feel, but I still need to, why is that?
I wish I was kissing you instead of missing you.
Twenty year old $ingle living in a fucked up world filled with a$$holes.