Im not doing well friends.
We hate you because you say “oh wait, here’s eleven cents” after we’ve already counted out eighty-nine cents in change, shut the drawer, and closed the transaction.
I miss my ex…
I miss they way he made me feel, I miss they way he would hold me, I miss his scent.
I just miss him so much and there is nothing I can do about it other than watch they way he moves at work.
I hate it
Why did you have to leave me…