So things change, apparently. And god damn does it sure suck.
My boyfriend and I ended it. Or should I say, he ended it, because he wasn't ready to be a boyfriend. And honestly, I agree, and I'd been considering ending it myself. But that doesn't mean it's easy for forget the moment I planned to ask him to Formal, the day he'd hold my hand in the school hallway, the time he'd win me a stuffed animal at a carnival. I plan too much. I wish I could be witty. I don't have enough time. I drink too much cram-grape juice. My poetry is shit. ~Margo "If you love me, let me go." -Panic! At The Disco
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