You live rent free in my head. I hate how much I think about you and miss you. Sometimes I wish we never met, so none of this would have happened. I don't regret that we were friends though. And honestly, I don't know that I'd still be here if we hadn't known each other. So I guess, despite how much it hurts, I'm glad we were friends. You saved me. Thanks.
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Emotional Shit
Non-FictionJust some random (not random) stuff I wrote about a person that doesn't matter to me (they matter a lot and I can't stop thinking about them and missing them)
