that week after we stopped talking, you drunk dialed me at two in the morning. I always used to stay up until around three. That one night I decided to go to bed around twelve. I will always regret that more than anything. And I’ll always miss our late night, five hour long phone calls.
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This is going to sound retarded. because everything that comes out of my mouth is foul and terribly thought out, but oh well. so, kevin. I texted him today. stupid? yes. pointless? yes. do I regret it? no. It kinda showed me that he doesn’t like me nor want me. I feel sorta worthless. it’s kinda like, a boy who sees himself as nothing, is who I see as everything. and that boy, loves a girl that I can honestly say is trash and not feel bad about it. so I guess I don’t feel worthless in the world, just in the eyes of the person who it matters most. which is kinda worse, huh? Oh well, I’ll get over it. maybe.
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THIS MOVIE!
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Thanks to my pomegranate raspberry juice~
