imma mia

I’m worried sick and you obviously can’t be bothered. The least you can do is reply and you don’t even want to. You know me so well and you know how anal I feel towards these stuffs and you continue to push my limits. It’s apparent yet I continue to act like a fool. Something is wrong with me. I kept asking for it when I clearly know you don’t give a damn.


Maybe I should MIA too. Would anyone care??