It's beautiful. It's 53 outside. Just cold enough to have a big sweater on. My window's open so I can get the full effect, and The Shins & Frou Frou are playing. It's beautiful.
He's fucked me over so many times, and lies every time I talk to him. I told him to leave me alone, but does he? No. He's so pathetic that he has to keep coming back.
He's being so imature about the whole thing. He wants me to sit around and beg for him back and say I fucked up, but guess what I didn't! And I'm so much happier now that we're not togeter
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