Is not thinking she does all the fun things we used to do, with the new guy. What I get most upset about, is I know she hates me enough to never do any of the same things we did.
for leaving me, when I needed you more than anything. And thanks for the great times we shared over the summer. I’ll never forget some of out great adventures. Thanks for all the times you spotted me for coffee, and for all the cigarettes you bought and shared with me. Thanks for making me feel 97450 times hipper than I was. Thanks for laughing at all my jokes, except for the few you just awkwardly giggled at. Thanks for listening to all my shitty music. Thanks for listening to all the shitty music I wanted to listen to. Thanks for falling in love with me, and thanks for letting me fall in love with you.
In my about me, please and thank you!
It’s music I make!