I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
She’s not cold hearted, she’s just tired of getting fucked over.
I notice everything. And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
I’ve ALWAYS been a Jared girl. Like always. But, damn… Shannon.