I hate how things turned out this way. I am going to have to see you for the first time in months soon, and I feel so fucking sick. You won’t acknowledge me anymore. I never wanted this. I feel like death.
I hate how things turned out this way. I am going to have to see you for the first time in months soon, and I feel so fucking sick. You won’t acknowledge me anymore. I never wanted this. I feel like death.
