Ever since that day, that one horrible shitty fucking day I haven't been able to cry. Crying for me is/was a release of all my pain, all my problems. I can't cry anymore because you broke me that horrible shitty fucking day. You broke up with me and I cried myself dry. I cried for three days in a row non stop, I am not over exaggerating you were my first love of course I'm going to cry. I miss you, but I hate you and I wish you wouldn't have came into my life. You're not worth crying over and I wish I hadn't wasted all of my tears on you because I need them now more than ever.
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All good things are wild & free
AcakThis story, book, whatever you would like to call it is about different experiences I have had in my life. Some may be very dirty and explicit, while other may be sad and depressing. But this is about me and my story and who I am.
