I hope that you still think of me, because Jesus knows that I still think about the way you murdered me.
I made you special. I didn’t have to, but I did. I made you everything.
But I Guess That’s No One’s Fault But Mine (#636: August 12, 2014)
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just one of those nights where i realize i deserve so much better than what i’m getting. so frustrating.
I’m just tryna earn a little heart emoji next to my name in ya phone shawty
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And afterwards I swore that I would haunt you, now I’m way too tired to give a shit.