h8.

i hate myself for wanting to believe in all the lies you've ever told me. 

for wanting to believe in you. 

for wanting you. 

for wanting who i thought you were. 

for wanting who i thought you could be. 

for wanting. 

peace on the street. 

and there's my cue to leave.

strange (not so cute) boy in plaid: can i dance with the both of you?

me: no. 

strange (not so cute) boy in plaid: you're both very beautiful! 

me: thanks, i know! 

strange (not so cute) boy in plaid: so is that a yes or no? 

me: a no. 

strange (not so cute) boy in plaid: i'll show you my underwear.

me: i don't want to see your underwear. 

strange (not so cute) boy in plaid: will you show me yours? 

me: no. *walks away and leaves* 

and folks, that was the ending to my night. enjoi. 

peace on the street.