...she doesn't mean you...
It's happening again. I can feel it. Why does this happen all the time? I mean...i didnt want anything serious. But, now i think i do. But, tonight was just different. I want to cry. Thats a big thing for me. I'm not a big crier. Especially over boys. Now a dog dies, thats another story.
Good day, confusing night...basically.
Good day, confusing night...basically.
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