a month to the day.
you didn't waste any time.
i was right the entire fucking time, you didn't have to lie.
i don't know how i'm supposed to feel.
but i feel like shit.
im waiting for jake.
i don't want anything to do with males until i see Jake again.
June 22nd, i can wait.
"Well, I guess that it's typical
To cling to memories you'll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs
Of a summer long ago
Or a friend that you used to know
And there below his frozen face
You wrote the name and that ancient date
And you can't believe that he's really gone
When all that's left is a fucking song"-Happy Birthday to Me(Feb 15th)
i need to get out of here, and have my memory erased.
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