Things I love:
Hugs from people I want them from.
Falling asleep with my hair wet.
Feeling completely rested.
A genuinely empathetic smile.
Ice cream and pizza, but never together.
Most likely you.
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I’m excited to live. With every ounce of honesty in me. I’m going to continue to move forward. And focus on myself, and work, and my family, and school. I’m ready. I’m excited.
We’ll see how this goes. Goodbye for now.
I just pictured him getting back with his ex girlfriend and them having sex. Him touching her like he touched me, and I literally got sick to my stomach. This is fucking retarded.