Stories

people tell me all the time about how jealous they are of me. mostly because of all the guys that i talk to, hang out with, and ocasionally kiss. They tell me how they wish they were me and how im so lucky to know these guys. They say my life is like a taylor swift song. but the truth is, im not proud of myslef. I'm not the lucky one. None of these guys have changed me in any positive way. I have gotten nothing but hurt and pain from knowing them. If my life were a taylor swift song i would be living a fairy tale right now, with the one and only person i truely love. but that is not the case, nor will it ever be. My life is the farthest thing from a fairytale. I may have good stories to tell about the late nights and romantic days...but i leave out the end of my stories, for your benefit of course. The parts where they walk away and never look back. I leave out the endless nights of staying at home crying until i fall asleep. And i leave out the part where i start all over again, just to fall another time, to see if it's different,
Which begins my next story..