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When it comes to being lucky hes cursed
When it comes to me he's worse
La di da da da toooo YOOUUU
Sitting at Jacs trying to figure out what we are going to do. Hmmm wonder if it will involve drinking?!?
Typing on this damn thing is kind of annoying.
I have so many confusing feelings. I want to move on, but I want to hold on. I know what my head says (most of the time) but I know what my heart says too. I hate having a broken heart. Can someone just put a band-aid on it please?