I DON'T WANNA BE A TOY, I WON'T EVER BE A TOY.
Don't try to play me.
The rule is simple: I'm not letting anyone in.
What am I supposed to know about love, I'm only sixteen. But what do adults know about love? Is love supposed to make you cry ? To make you feel bad? To make you feel sorry for yourself? To make you feel angry? I don't think I'm ready to love again. Even if I'm not supposed to know anything about love.