This dweeb butters my muffin...every time.
I will walk that street soon. Very soon.
I'm attacking my own brain telling myself its not going to happen. I can picture myself already. Looking around hysterically to catch a glimpse of him. Its not going to happen. I just know it. But i day dream about it.
Pathetic.
I'd probably throw up on his worn shoes anyway. So i think it's best.
What would i say if i did?!?! *sigh* oh shut up, it's not going to happen.
Fuck it. Will. Not. Hope.
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