Don't you hate it when you want to cry but you can't, and all you get is a lump in your throat? I try to eat it down but it just just pops right back up. Fuck you, emotion.
Look, if you don't like talking to me, don't okay? I know I'm bitchy, I know I have fucked up moodswings and PMS, I know my sarcasm isn't funny and- oh, you don't care. Right
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