Browsing through old photos of baby's Facebook. Always stings when you see photos of your boyfriend and their ex-flings and yet you can't do shit about it because you din't even exist in their heart yet. Then the imagination runs wild.......


Then it doesn't helps when you are waiting excitedly for the boy to get home after jam just so you could hear his voice before bedtime. But then he decides to go for supper and drinks... But then you don't wanna be unreasonable and throw a fit... But then you are still here alone typing emo shit in your blog because you just miss him so much...


But then but then but then.....



Goodnight Baby,
I love you