So yeah. I got replaced. I should be used to it by now. Why does it still fucking hurt? I'm not supposed to feel or care. Whatever. I guess it was stupid of me to think I was any more than just a tool for em. Once I started becoming more depressed and letting it show, they moved on to someone else. I was temporary. Aren't I always anyway? Whatever. I don't care.
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РазноеA collection of short stories that are usually random, rants, poems, songs, pictures or drawing I want to share, or anything else.
