It was two weeks ago. I thought you were a douche, and you were. I thought you were amazing, and you are.
But now you left me and nothing feels right anymore. Sky keeps turning, flat went to hell, daylight job got interesting and I can't sleep anymore.
I hate that I get attached to people so easily. I hate that you said you wanted to keep in touch and didn't mean it. I hate that you left, and I hate that I miss you so much.
Édit : quelle était la probabilité pour que la personne dont je parlais ici essaie de m'appeler 5 minutes après que je poste ce fragment de vie ?
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