When you act like this it feels like summer all over again. The one worded messages. Barely getting to talk to you. I felt like that annoying little girl that kept on wanting to talk to you. Well I guess I was. But was it entirely my fault? No. You wrote in my yearbook all these things I’ll be able to look forward to in the summer and it made me happier than I ever was at the time. But what happened? I barely saw or heard from you and I was left feeling screwed over and pathetic. Yet I still tried because I felt like you didn’t mean to be like that but when I look back at it now it’s like I basically let you walk all over me… I let you have what you want, I let you in even though you wouldn’t even do the same for me, I let you talk about the who’s beautiful right to my face, and all I could do was smile and laugh off the gut wrenching feeling I had inside… Do you even care or think about how I felt or still feel sometimes?