if i could turn back time
2:42 a.m.

sometimes i'm sick of all the mushy notAnon love letters. sometimes i want to smush them up in a ball and pelt them at one of the psuedoanonymous people all sappy perfect in love. sometimes I wish I could pour syrup on their heads while they loaf around and forget for a moment that the world is no fun and soon enough you'll be taking everything wonderful for granted.

but really, i guess it's not your fault i fucked all mine up, is it?

- 'cause i had that once too.

i guess i'm just mourning my losses. Again. Still.

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