February 2012
I notice everything.
And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
90% of people marry their 7th-12th grade love....
itsjustmeritza:
jiannnabetch:
Hm… I hate being superstitious -__-
ugh
