If I sleep to much, my parents complain.
If I don’t get enough sleep, my parents complain.
If I eat too much, my parents complain.
If I don’t eat enough, my parents complain.
If I’m always in my room, my parents complain.
If I go out too much, my parents complain.
I CAN’T FUCKING WIN.
as you grow up, you’re always going to have that one boy that you can never get out of your head. that no matter how hard you try, you just can’t ever seem to forget about them. you let them go because you were selfish and wanted happiness for yourself and didn’t care about how the other person was being affected by your decisions. they did absolutely everything for you and you walked all over them. they put up with your shit, your attitude, your drama, your tears, your smiles, everything & what did you give them in return? a broken heart. karma’s a real bitch and she’s gonna get you back for giving that boy a broken heart. you’re never gonna know when it’s gonna hit you, but you’ll realize it when your the one left crying with a broken heart with no shoulder to cry on because the boy of your dreams is now happy with the girl of his dreams.