i miss when we were perfect,
when we cuddled for the first time at the drive in,
when we'd drive around until 2 in the morning and smoke because we didn't give a fuck.
now everything we do is so fucked up, everything we talk about is fucked up and i don't know how to make this relationship work properly.
i hope you know that some of the things you say actually make me sick to my stomach.
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Monday, December 22, 2008
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