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Jasmine de Torres

sphs, 16, january25th, basketball&volleyball are her life, juntos podemos et harumbi, gets by with a little help from her friends, God&Family ftw, purple is zee best, sunflowers too.

i'm not okay

had the crappiest day today but i was able to fake a smile.
to make things worse, i had another bitching by my brother. no surprise.
all i want to do is talk to you and at least feel that there's a little bit of gratification in
my life.. hoping that you'd ease the pain, y'know? hearing you say that last night was like taking a bullet to the heart. and you probably dont even know how bad it hurt. no big of a deal, right?
yeah ok... i guess you just don't feel the same way i do. and i don't know what to do anymore.
i've tried countless of times, but there's just no getting through to you. and i admit that i expect too much from you. and im sorry for that. but how am i supposed to feel when it feels like im making all the effort? maybe i should just give up? but then i remember all the shit we went through, and there's no way i'm going to forget all of that. so i'll keep waiting. waiting for the day you'll "make it up to me" or wait for you to prove to me that you actually want this. but waiting for you is like waiting for snow in july. i just want you to call me and tell me that you miss me already.

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