I can’t stop thinking about you. When I’m sober or when I’m
drunk as all fuck, you’re the only person that comes to mind. And I ask myself
why? Like fuck I get it, you were a big part of what made me, well me but it’s
been ages and I still can’t help but think of every fucking event that happened
between us. And sure maybe some of them weren’t so great or nothing too magical
happened but I’ll be damned if that doesn’t stop me from thinking of you. I
wish I could make it stop but that’s not going to happen anytime soon which
will eventually cause me some fucked up trauma but at the same time I need to
let it in to grow as a person, I guess. Now I wish you all the best and hope
your life turns out great but for the meantime just know that my mind will from
to time think of all of the shit that we went through and I’ll be somewhat
grateful while at the same time question my fucking subconscious as to why it’s
showing me images of your fucking gorgeous eyes and smile. Damn…
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