I need a cigarette.
And to realize again that I'm crazy and that we are no long a part of eachothers lives. And it was never me. And you never felt that way. You just screwed me up by leading me on, by just being you. You're not a bad guy, if you were that would make it easier to dismiss you. Story of my fucked life.
I don't know how I let these memories creep up in me, fucking dreams man. I hate memories, just the thought of thrm make you relive everything you ever wished to forget.
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