Wednesday, June 26, 2013

two hundred-fifty second.

dear (k)you,

why do i always let myself hope? motherfucking stupid of me anyway to bring up the fucking ex.

things were going nicely. then i had to pull a classic on him. then boom! something that had nothing to start with is now back to negative.

fuuuuck. and things were going sooo well. now i have to start from scratch again.

because he gonna forget everything. cuz in the end, he's a player and i got played.

as usual.

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