fine, i admit it.
it didn't hurt as much as i thought it would because i didn't love him as much as i thought i did.
i wanted him, but i knew he would never be all mine.
and besides, he was all wrong for me.
but i find myself thinking about him a lot, and i still i miss him.
i am nervous for monday, but it's time i put him out of my mind, so this is the last of it.
say goodbye.
we kid ourselves, there's future in the fucking
there is no fucking future.