the opposite, actually.
cold, bitter resentment.
not for you, but for the rest of the world.
i'm not a pretty, peachy, sparkly girl,
i'm a cold, selfish, manipulative *****.
i don't care about anyone, or anything.
i keep up with the jokes and the smiles,
because i do love you, so incredibly much.
you aren't the boy i fell in love with anymore,
and i'm not the girl that fell in love with you.
im not that stupid little girl in love anymore. i love you, but not in a way that is at all happy or fun.
maybe i made you mad. maybe it's nothing to do with me. either way.