Little voice in my head says:
‘so…no cranberry sauce?’
Definitely need to hang out more with the dudes. LOL. the shit we talk about is...so…dude-ish.
Beats staying at home thinking of her.
Which I would really love for it to stop. Thoughts of her, i mean.
C’mon. It’s like, you dropped your cellphone into the sea. You know there’s literally NO HOPE of ever getting it back, but you just keep looking into the water all the same.
Because life fucks you like a bitch. If it were a slut, it’d be easier.
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