July 2011
Its been about a year now, aint seen or heard from you, been missing you crazy. How do you sleep? Found the letter you wrote me sweatshirt you gave me, still smells just like you. Man, those sweet memories.
I hate ruining my knee
for something I don’t even like that much when I could be saving it to do something that means the world to me.
Seeing boys play with little kids is probably one...
Seeing you for one week often seems worse than never seeing you at all.
Does this count as annoying?
ewwaustin:
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