because when you're 15, and someone tells you they love you,
you're gunna believe them.
you're gunna believe them.
Posted by Jessica at 16:28 0 comments
a mug i maybe, but i can not seem to let go.
i'm being messed about, used like a peice of bloody bog roll
and treated like a right fool
but at the end of the day, i'm still here
same place i've been for months
ready to pick up the peices when everything goes tits up
and the sad thing is
mug or not
i know that i always will be.
Posted by Jessica at 15:22 0 comments