If you saw me with my mascara smeard, hair all over the place, sweat pants and a baggy shirt on, youd freak out and ask what in the world happened to you..
all i could say is nothing before i walked away and started to cry.
the thing is you DONT know my mascara was smeared because the thought of you made me cry. my hair was so screwed up because what you had done to me made me want to rip it out. and i was wearing the crappiest clothes in the world because you made me feel like nothing i tried to do was good enough for you..
its mine. dont jock.