That was quick.
And I could go on and on bitching about how someone who supposedly loves me with all he's got doing the one thing he protested vehemently against the second we broke up.
But what for?
Sometimes I wish I was born stupid, then I wouldn't be able to track visitors and put two and two together.
I think I'm having another headache and whatnots, say hello to the toilet, my new best friend.
/edit: i shouldn't bother but saddens somehow, i draft a single line; understandable anger, once bitten twice shy, but you heard a side without the other, so miscommunication kills it all.
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