reblog if you’re still awake.
When I had first met you, I was a child. I had a lot of ideas and perceptions about the world but they weren’t entirely formulated at the time. I was innocent. I was virginal. I was also enamored by you. You used to keep me on my toes, in the sense that you have a way of making others feel inadequate in your presence. Initially, we had formed this title of best friends. Although, I don’t know if you’ve ever really remembered much of that. I genuinely put you higher than anyone else, and I had nothing but good intentions to reek in your presence.
I never actually felt comfortable with being another one of your conquests, but at fifteen I was a romantic - and any kind boy with soft brown eyes who payed me a few compliments morphed me into cheap putty in their hands.
Fast forward throughout the years, and I’ve always felt nothing but hostility towards you - whenever my name came up. I know it was probably bothersome to have your streams or boards filled up with trivial matters solely concerning me. But I always felt undeserving of the wrath you bared.
I grew to understand that you weren’t a bad person - although for a long time, I only thought the worst of you. I think like anyone else, you fall in love with the idea of love and you search for it in every moderately acceptable person who captures your fancy.
didn’t know you could reblog this shit so i’ll just say this….at the time i thought you were older only recently did i actually realize how young you were. I remember everything from us talking while i played call of duty to you making me join some stupid roleplay group that i logged into once lol. I don’t have problems with anyone, but when shit is being spammed around and it is so trivial by nature it’s kind of like what the fuck. lol
Let me be your ruler,
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.