I want to forget.
I don’t want to remember how it felt to be loved by you.
I don’t want to remember how it felt to skype every night.
I don’t want to remember how happy you made me feel.
I don’t want to remember the first time we could meet up.
I don’t want to remember our first kiss or any of the following.
I don’t want to remember how much pain you caused me.
I don’t want to remember the day you left me.
I don’t want to remember how much I still love you.
I don’t want to remember you.
skinny bitch who?
I realize I stopped caring about my grades in high school because I didnt think I would live to university. How crazy
best friend: [appears in my field of vision]
me [inside]: my favorite human has arrived. They are cute and smart and my favorite. I must greet them in a manner indicative of my appreciation for their existence.
me: hey nerd