I’m in love and alone. We haven’t been us since December. I guess we’ll never be us again.
I miss you.
Oh god, I really fucking do.
I’d do anything to have you back.
But you don’t want me.
And I don’t want to be a bother.
Next year will be easier, won’t it?
Your face won’t haunt me,
Or will it?
Smoking weed doesn’t make you cool lol. You sound like an idiot, no one said it does.