pretty.little.liars
im Georgia, im 14 and get hung up over little things, it sucks but this is my blog. i post what i feel and what i like if you dont like it, dont look
him;
we started talking again after it didnt work the first time, it was all great at first, getting to know eachother again, all the littles thing that made us smile. i told you my secrets and you told me yours, you’d compliment me and i wouldnt be able to do anything but smile. we’d have late night phone calls where we could just talk for hours and i’d never get bored of just hearing your voice. we’d argue about stupid things but you’d always make everything better by saying ‘i love you’. you’d tell me i was perfect to you, that i didnt need to change you wanted me just the way i was. sometimes i even believed it. i trusted you, i’d of done anything for you. i really liked you.
but turns out all that was bullshit, you took back everything, all the compliments, all the phone calls and whispered secrets down the phone, you told me it all meant nothing. you told me i meant nothing. maybe your right, maybe i dont, maybe i never did but you certainly did to me and always will.
