sting me sane

Mood: stung
Listening to: watching the breakfast club

He just told me, he wouldn't be with me. Not only that ... he possibly wouldn't even be friends with me. Hmm. Glad to know that I have some control over the matter. Someone else, who can't even take care of himself, is in control of my destiny.

How can a man, who leans over you and kisses your forehead gently while you sleep, suddenly tell you you're nothing? Well, fuck you, if I mean so little. I don't want you if you can't make your own choices anyway.