quarta-feira, 20 de julho de 2011

I think about you every day. Asshole.

It's kinda fucked up, isn't it?
How all of a sudden, someone just wakes up and decides to never talk to you again. No reason. No explanation. No words said. They just leave you hanging like you never meant shit to them, and what hurts the most is how they made it look so easy.

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