The truth is, I started writing something to you until I got distracted.
Before, all I had to hold on to you were how you made me feel and the memories we had. Now, just the memories are left. But I can only remember hurt.
Thank you, for meeting me when I was 15 and leaving me again at 17. I’m officially over it.
did anyone ever find out how teen spirit smells
HAAAAA um probably holding a workshop and seeing all the seats get filled up