mom

now he hates me. for I can’t socialize, and he expected too much. but he doesn’t really hate me hopefully. today I understood the person I hate the most, fucked me over more than I could imagine. this is goodbye, this is farewell. I miss these pictures in case you were wondering. I really do, and I’m crying right now because snow isn’t supposed to burn. souvenirs aren’t meant to be erased, And yet they still do ! I’ll never trust you ever again, the red flags of, you made a carpet. long enough to sustain too many years. I’m never going to forget your reaction for this one, « except mom » haha, especially mom perhaps.

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