lets just start a riot.

I'm 17. Live in England. This is all you need to know for now. Want to know me? Ask. Follow me I follow back.

Remind me why I bother trying? Why I even care about what you think? I don’t see the point anymore. And you’re meant to be my friend.

No matter how many times I tell myself now that I don’t like you; as soon as she leaves I’ll fall back into it all.