Why is it every time I like someone, I end up feeling like I want to punch their faces in until it can no longer be recognised?
Why is it I always end up liking guys that make me feel soo frustrated, I want to yell at the top of my lungs until my voice turns hoarse and I can no longer make use of my vocal cords?
Why is it I REALLY know how to fucking pick ‘em?
So, here I thought, problem solved.
Of course, things are never simple. It’s an unspoken agreement made on my behalf. ‘Things cannot ever be that fucking simple.’
So yup. Story of my life. I’ll probably look back on this in a few months and laugh.
Maybe a few years.
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