sick and fucking tired of everything being about you. you're who i think of, who i write about, who i want to talk to hang out with take to lunch catch a flick with just be with play a game with walk the streets with see the sights with have a drink with sit in the hottub with take pictures of take pictures with cook with bake with sit with stand with, who i want to hold and comfort and let know it will be ok and you will be loved and do everything with.
fucking sick. fucking tired.
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