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Can someone please explain to me why every single time I think I've got my world figured out, got my fuckin' feet back on the ground... EVERYONE'S GOTTA THROW ALL THEIR SHIT AT ME AT ONCE AND FUCK IT ALL UP?!?
Anyone?
Yesterday:
Max and I. Over.
Derek and I... new beginning?
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Tonight:
Derek and I... who the fuck knows? For the moment: asshole.
Max and I... well he wants to talk. He's decided our "fight" (i.e. FUCKING BREAK-UP) is over...
GOD DAMNIT.
I hate this bullshit.
Drama can eat a dick and die.
Anyone?
Yesterday:
Max and I. Over.
Derek and I... new beginning?
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Tonight:
Derek and I... who the fuck knows? For the moment: asshole.
Max and I... well he wants to talk. He's decided our "fight" (i.e. FUCKING BREAK-UP) is over...
GOD DAMNIT.
I hate this bullshit.
Drama can eat a dick and die.