I was a stupid little girl. Since the kindergarten I've chased one guy. I chased his love for me. Always running to him and catching emptiness. Many heartbreaks, tear oceans and food mountains. It all was like that until some random girl slapped me and screamed "He's not worth it you stupid drumstick! If he would have a bit of feelings for you, he would turn around and run for you too. He has not! Stop chasing!" After that she became my best friend and I stopped chasing the guy. Then he was chasing me but I turned my back to my past. I'm glad that she slapped me.
