one year, 13 days. 8 months 15 days.

but who’s counting.
i don’t want to.

you saw me and i sure as hell saw you. you ran out of there so fast you left a body-shaped hole on the door.
i wanted to run. but the only think worse than staying there and seeing you, was you seeing me run away.
i want it to be known that i don’t care, about you at least.

you’re an idiot.  

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