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Eighteen! Single! Living! Open-Minded! Free! Poetry! Indie! Orange and Brown! Random Shit! Fucking Shit Up! Weed! Alkie! Guages! Tattos! Guitars! AD2R! Chill Shit! Cursing/Swearing!
and I dont care how you feel. About shit.
Where Does The Good Go?
I don’t remember ever being hurt this much by anyone, and anyone who knows me knows I’ve been hurt, alot. I feel like a billion bricks are laying on my chest, and I have to deal with knowing you’re sound asleep in your bed. Worry-free. Like im the one who did wrong. And never once did I cheat. Or lie. Or do even half of what you did. I could never trust you again. I could never look you in the eye again. I could never be able to truly heal from this. I hate you with every bit of me, but still I wish you the best in life…