I swear there is still hope: God fucking dammit. Why do I do this every time? I mean I always think...
God fucking dammit. Why do I do this every time? I mean I always think of my friends, girlfriend, anything and I’m fine. The minute I think of him though I’m an emotional wreck. I mean he’s been out of my life over a year now and he’s still able to creep in and fuck up everything. I feel like if…
