When you forget me, when you don’t remember my name, not even a memory, somewhere in the back of your brain, I won’t be offended ‘cause I always knew that the day would come when I’m not enough to make you stay.
Monday, May 30, 2011
today, i went out with my friends. After about 2 hours with them, i said  "hey, i gotta go, my mom asked me to get back home early". I did it on  purpose actually, my mom didn't even say that to me, i was just wanna  know if they really care about me or not. One of them seemed to care.  She said "what ? stay an hour with me and we go back together". I was  like "nahh, it's okay". The other one said "oh yeah ? really ? so, you  have to wait for bus number 62". I was like "you really want me to go  ?".
 
