Forget.Forget.Forget.Forget.Forget.Forget.......just please forget.....I just can't and I know I should just get on with things. I am 18, It's the summer, I have the people in my life who care about me beyond reason but yet I'm brought back to what I can't have.
Blank texts with no other responses are mistakes of I have nothing to say.
Well fine I'll stop wanting to talk to you because clearly not even a happy birthday is in order.
You have no idea what it would have meant to me to have you there just as a friend tomorrow, but A Coolio won't be getting any blank texts ever again.
Waka waka my friend, waka waka.
Tomorrow I'm going to have the best night of my life and I'm gonna make the most of everyone that's there. The alcohol, the friends and the passports.
Friday, May 28, 2010
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