I hate that I miss him. I hate that I still fucking love him. After everything. Everything he's done to me all the times he's hurt me and I still love him. I can't wait till my birthday so we can talk again.
I hate that I miss him. I hate that I still fucking love him. After everything. Everything he's done to me all the times he's hurt me and I still love him. I can't wait till my birthday so we can talk again.