Hey, it’s me… And I don’t know if you’ll get this, but… This telephonic relation with your answering machine is so quick, so obscene and it makes me sick. See, I’ve had with your neglection, so don’t mind this correction when I say that I’m tired of waiting for you every day. Because, hey, a girl’s patience can run across a nation’s masons, roads, freeways, loads of concrete jungle, and even through deep sea ways.
So what am I to you? A business up for sue? A temporary affair your stupid mind couldn’t pull through? ‘Cause you foolin’ me like a joker with sweet nothings and mediocre so successfully, spittin’ antics to lay like a talent listed on yo resume. Baby, your methods make you seem heartless, as if darts can confess of the targets they aim for to avoid loneliess. So what’s your purpose? To call me yours? To open up the doors for manifestations and ovations since the treaty of our heart’s wars?
Shit, I’m nothing to you. I’m done hoping for you. I’m done dreamin’, prayin’, wishin’, so you know what? Adieu.
I’ll save you the trouble, the heartbreaking sin, and give you taste of your own medicine because here: We’re through. Yeah. We. Are. Through. And my dear, I’m glad to say I’m done talking to you.
fashion likes: high waisted levi shorts, scalloped shorts, rolled up at the ankle jeans/khaki pants, wedges, wool capes, tights, oxfords, blazers, pearls, leather satchels, long cardigans, cropped tees, peter pan collars, leotards, vintage blouses.
dislikes: elastic band high waisted skirts (especially the ones with ugly ass floral print on them) , gladiator sandals (so 2 years ago) , clogs (even though they are ‘in’ i just don’t like them, wedges ftw!) , Coach, Juicy Couture, Ugg Boots, and much more but I forget o.o