
what the hell is wrong with girls? why do they cry over things easily? why do they have to worry about their look? why do they couldn't forget the things boys could never remember? why do they have to remember all the damn little things boys say? why do they set their hopes too high, and burst into tears when they fall? why do they often sleep their pain to sleep?
God knowssss why do i have to be those-mentioned-girls.
i am freakin' weak.
God knowssss why do i have to be those-mentioned-girls.
i am freakin' weak.
This post. i reblog it from amy's blog.
bcs i do feel that-way. and keep askin the same question.
What the hell is wrong with me?


















