I was in this really rotten, despicable mood only moments ago until I realized that I had locked myself in my room, listening to Morissey at obscene volumes. Then I had to laugh at what a major ass I truly, truly am.
I love you, when I went to talk to you, you ran off somewhere. You didnt realize I was coming but if you are ever in rotten mood talk to me, vent to me anything you need. Cause I love you, like cake loves frosting. And like children love sugar.
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