i wanted her to be happy. i want her to be happy. i really hope he is.
i took my shot with her and it didn't work.
so i took a shot with the fatter, blacker version of her, that, surprisingly, didn't work either.
so where do i go from here? i know i'm going to see her around, and i know she's moved on. and thats what i wanted. her to be happy. but for some reason, and i don't know why, i still want to put a fucking bullet into my head.