i am going to punch him in the head. i dont want to pack to go to his parents. i fucked up my new shoes. my shoulder is killing me. i have no space anymore. i'm at my breaking point.
sometimes i think i'm really happy. in the way where i'm so happy i could just lay here forever and think it's ok. then there are the times when i can't stand the whole fickleness of everything
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