December 2010
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I just wish...
That I could meet someone who just fucking thinks about me as much as I think of them. I’m not in love, I just give a shit and that seems to be a hard thing to come by for some bizarre reason.
I give up. Fuck you and fuck me for caring.
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“You blew through me like bullet holes
Left stains on my sheets and stains
On...”
– Cocorosie
Scared
And alone and completely lost as to what I’m supposed to do. Isn’t someone supposed to be here with me going through all this too?