I sit there with you and we joke around a bit. You ask me a question jokingly and I don't answer. Of course, I can't bring myself to answer you and start crying like a little pussy. I just don't want to be a bother because if I think a girl crying is annoying, then me crying and being depressed must be worse.
I love you because you just laughed at me and held me close. You said you'd never leave me if I was sad or mad. You said you care for me and love me and I'd never be a bother. And then all you did was hold me close, arms wrapped around me, quiet. As if I were a little kid, you pat my back as I sniffled out tears and said "there there, it'll be alright.". All I could do is smile and hug back.
Quiet hugs and whispers to the neck. Red faces didn't require lust.
I'm glad it's you. I'm glad you're nothing like the others; leaving me behind, breaking my heart, not caring, cheating on me. I love every little thing about you whether you're upset with me or I'm upset with you. Even when I say things like, "I hate you." or "I don't like you...", it's a lie. I adore you even when you swear like a sailor, act like a dork, or go car geeky on me. Everything you do makes me smile or giggle and I love being happy. Happy.
Why am I always depressed? I have no reason.
I'm alive and breathing; I'm surrounded by new friends, watching bitches fall, and leaving the past behind because it's better just to.
I'm the most pussy tomboy I've ever known and I should man up a bit.
---something that made my day
"Kimberly is sure awesome at losing friends." - Anonymous
GOOD FOR HER. Thank's for the update, assassin friends<3
