if you follow me on tumblr and like my posts a lot i probably have fondly memorized your username and consider you a pal
People keep telling me you weren’t good enough for me.. Who am I kidding. I wasn’t good enough for you. Not even close. I’m such a wreck. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I just keep crying. That’s all I’m good at. Being broken. I’ve never had something hurt this much. Ever. Like my heart is actually breaking.