I'm tired of guys, tired of having to explain how I feel, having to explain what I'm thinking about. I'm honestly fed up.
Cole thinks just because Noah left he can be here by my side all the time, he'll no. Girl need space. I told him to leaving he didn't listen so I got angry at him and I told him off, so he left.
Now I'm just watching my clock in my room, I didn't know that if he left I was going to be lonely. Ding dong.
Weird the doorbell just rang, it's defined not Cole. He would've knocked, I walk down in my pj's and socks, shoes are underrated anyway.
I open the door and let me tell you I was not expecting to see Gustus standing in front of me.
"Hey" he says as he just stands there.
"Hey," I say back to him, I try to keep back the tears which are threatening to spill.
He can't see me cry, only Noah, Peter, Justine and Cole has seen me cry. I don't want anyone else to see how I ugly cry, seriously I legit prefer crying alone but my friends pull me and comfort me.
