No, this can't happen to me.
One hundred percent of men that break up with me end up in better situations than when we started. You will use me to break up with her, I can taste it. I don't mind, I can lie to myself just as well as anyone.
Something has replaced my jaw. In this, you ask me very politely to come outside. After we round the corner of the building, you grab my arm and twist it behind my back and hiss something I haven't made up yet into my ear. At about that same time my smile becomes more pronounced until I realize what I am doing and stop.
I'm still waiting for something nice to happen to me.
04.21.13 || 4:46 pm
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