I hate

this damned song.
i wish it would die.
and never ever play again.
but no.
of course fucking not.
its here to remind me of him.
to remind me that he only talks to me when i'm the only one around.
when no one important sees it.
we really did fall apart this time.
and tomorrow is thursday.
he'll want to talk to me tomorrow.
because youth is tomorrow and he'll want to go.
maybe.
i don't know anymore.
we don't talk.
"i'd be lying if i told you losing you was something i could handle."
fuck you too white tie affair.
fuck.
you.
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don't even ask how to pronounce that.
i don't know.