All the money I spent on mascara was worth every moment I spent with you.

&& I'm petrified that the only reason you're with me is because you know you can break my heart..

So which is worse- you knowing and accepting the fact that you aren't his first choice or you knowing and trying to make your self believe otherwise...

I'm not the kinda girl who wants you to call veryday, I'm the kinda girl who wants you to at least ACT like you care.

I want you to get so mad at me that you could just push me off a cliff- and then maybe you would understand how I feel when you talk about her..

I want to say I hate you but I can't bering myself to do it because I know it would be lie...

I just want you to tell me the truth and mean it-but wait...thats asking to much from you isn't it?

You die.I die.
That's final.
--my friend said this to me one night, I thot it was vry sweet.

I can forget your exact face...
I can almost even forget your touch..
But I will never be able to forget the taste of your kiss...