February 2009
2 posts
Eternal ShitShine of the Abused Mind.
Worst conversation of my life:
“Do you care?” “Kinda” “I wish you did.”
I'm sorry I told you that your friend smells like...
I think that at the very end of the day, when you’re just getting into bed after another day, whatever you’re thinking right at that exact moment, that’s what/who you care about the most. I could be wrong. I know that.