Jan 2015
I think of how easily I could **** people far too wistfully and far too often. I don't fantasize about a boy sweeping me off my feet the way I used to anymore, I daydream about killing the people who hurt me so badly I can't be fixed. I don't think that's a good thing.
half the time,
the person who broke me so badly who I want to **** is myself though.
half the time,
the person who broke me so badly who I want to **** is myself though.
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Just include the hashtag #spontaneousthoughts and use the same title as mine: Spontaneous Thoughts (Series)
also feel free to message me to let me know you added to my series so I can read it.
