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You know when a kitten bites you and it hurts, but at the same time, you can't help but tp smile at the little furball and suck it up until he's done nipping?
-Let's put it this way: You constantly hurt me, but I can't help this excuse for the smile on my face. It's the classic case of "one more chance" after being repeated multiple times already, but I get this sinking feeling in my gut when I think of letting you go. Like a few days after a drinking binge, and my liver starts to wonder why it feels this way. I went from wanting you, to needing you. From forgetting about it, to it's all I can think about. I miss "our room" I liked the sound of that, but in reality, it was just my stuff invading yours, but don't worry, it has parted ways. I will most likely die this way: sad and alone. And when that day comes, I hope you get an invitation to my funeral -and that's just another thing you can complain about. Just no I gave a shit about you, no matter how much you shit on me.
I'm sick of saying your nam ein every way that isn't direct, even though I feel like there's a flashing, neon sign right over your stupid head. They say you can only go up once you've hit the bottom, but someone throw me a jackhammer because I'm only going deeper.
I reallllly needed to let all of that out, and I feel a little better already. I think I'm seeing incredible things in my future. Let's be adult about this. Nineteen in less than a week. Where has time gone?
-Let's put it this way: You constantly hurt me, but I can't help this excuse for the smile on my face. It's the classic case of "one more chance" after being repeated multiple times already, but I get this sinking feeling in my gut when I think of letting you go. Like a few days after a drinking binge, and my liver starts to wonder why it feels this way. I went from wanting you, to needing you. From forgetting about it, to it's all I can think about. I miss "our room" I liked the sound of that, but in reality, it was just my stuff invading yours, but don't worry, it has parted ways. I will most likely die this way: sad and alone. And when that day comes, I hope you get an invitation to my funeral -and that's just another thing you can complain about. Just no I gave a shit about you, no matter how much you shit on me.
I'm sick of saying your nam ein every way that isn't direct, even though I feel like there's a flashing, neon sign right over your stupid head. They say you can only go up once you've hit the bottom, but someone throw me a jackhammer because I'm only going deeper.
I reallllly needed to let all of that out, and I feel a little better already. I think I'm seeing incredible things in my future. Let's be adult about this. Nineteen in less than a week. Where has time gone?