Oh my this one was kinda funny.
Ok, I’ll admit it.
I’m a bad fucking looser.
I can’t take critique and I hate loosing at games.
I won’t play games with people if they’re good at them and I haven’t played them before because I don’t want to loose.
I don’t play a game with someone til I’ve at least gotten decent.
I’d like to call myself competitive rather than bad looser but I hate loosing. And its fucking awkward because I think that’s the least attractive feature in a person.
I have many notebooks, inside are many things
From wishes, hopes, dreams, doodles and prayers
To reminders of past pains.
The words sometimes taunt me, reminding of where I have been
Saying it’s just a matter of time, before I am there again.
I look at them and smile, they’re just a remnant of what was
When I walked a broken path, devoid of any love
Follow the girl saucysmiles , she’s one of my very best friends and also very creative. She’s still new to tumblr (Or well I think she is), hence the amount of posts but she’s awesome. I love her and her mind! mwao!