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Things are going to be quite strange for a while.
Breaking up sucks, but in this case it is a relief.
I still have no appetite and crave cigarettes. Not Good.
I splurged and bought a Coach wrislet to soothe my wounds, but it hasn't helped too much.
I don't think I would know what love is even it came and slapped me in the face.
And I still don't understand boys.
I hate letting people down. I hate seeing people cry. Especially the boy who thinks you're a fucking god. I am so flawed, but he is too preoccupied to realize it. I wish he would know the truth, know why I did what I did, why I'm depressed, why I need my space. But he doesn't. I wish most of all he wouldn't wait for me.
Dry Your Eyes by the Streets is my exact situation. I cant exactly find energy to type my scenario, so look up those lyrics and that explains it for the most part.
Hmm?
Breaking up sucks, but in this case it is a relief.
I still have no appetite and crave cigarettes. Not Good.
I splurged and bought a Coach wrislet to soothe my wounds, but it hasn't helped too much.
I don't think I would know what love is even it came and slapped me in the face.
And I still don't understand boys.
I hate letting people down. I hate seeing people cry. Especially the boy who thinks you're a fucking god. I am so flawed, but he is too preoccupied to realize it. I wish he would know the truth, know why I did what I did, why I'm depressed, why I need my space. But he doesn't. I wish most of all he wouldn't wait for me.
Dry Your Eyes by the Streets is my exact situation. I cant exactly find energy to type my scenario, so look up those lyrics and that explains it for the most part.
Hmm?