We talked, kind of.
Both of our lives have gone to shit. He missed me. He made excuses. I almost cried.
Until I remembered that I don't cry anymore.
I don't know who's more full of shit. Him or me.
fuck
I want to thank you for the comments my last post. Soon I'm packing my shit and leaving, because I have an idea of what my life should be, and I have to find that before I crumble and break.
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