Everyone says the past is in the past.
Right?
Apparently not if all you do is bring him up...
Don't you understand?
Just compare everything to him.
I get it, you hate him.
But why must you make me feel like complete shit?
They were my mistakes too, you know?
But I mean, who cares, right?
Why would the subject of him still strike a nerve?
He was just my first love.
Nothing special.
Such a happy day could be crushed by a single text.
Didn't think it was possible...
But apparently, it is.
Don't worry though.
I'll learn not to make a big deal out of it.
Don't want to inconvenience you.
The past is in the past.
Right?
Yeah, that's why everyone always brings it up.
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Blurbs of Thoughts
Poesíai'm not sure what this is, but i hope it's something, for someone. i write for you, and only you, whoever you may be.
