i really wonder why people suddenly change after they get what they wanted. one day they’re sweet, the next day, they’re not. one day they’re here, the next day they’re not. one day you’re important to them, the next day you’re worthless. one day they love you, the next day they don’t care about you. that’s how ironic people and things can be. pretty shits, pretty lies, pretty fucked up. but it’s still your choice. cause you choose to get hurt when you choose to be in love.