Don’t waste my family’s money by having three hour long conversations with your slag ex-girlfriend. Kthx.
I find it difficult to go into the self-congratulatory whinefest that people get into when they write blog posts. <—oh wait, look, I got it right
So there’ll be no flowery avowals today. I wish I could dissapear with someone for a couple weeks, camp out. I wish there was a handprint sized bruise on my upper arm, and I wish my lip was split.
The end.
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