head games.
pouring salt in the fucking wound.
kicking you while you're down.
all that shit that fucking sucks more than anything else.
this is my last post for a while. i have too much other stuff going on that i need to be worrying about right now. i think i need to make like i never existed. this is what you asked for. now you get it. but feel free to come back here and take a gander at the museum. snag these pieces up. soak it all in.
good luck to you. good fucking luck.
-xo
"i keep telling myself i'm not the desperate type. i don't need you like you think i do, i don't."
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