holy shit, july's ending. Soon.
Dear hot neighbour chic across the hall from me,
I don't know you, you don't know me. Unless you've been stalking me, which I highly doubt. Because let's face it; not much to stalk. I really just sit here and type angry thoughts where no one will read them. But I digress.
I have a lot of issues. To the point I can be considered broken property.
And although I may not go around telling people I'm almost always depressed, it would mean a lot, really, it would, if you could maybe not be like the many others and give me a shot.
Fuck it, that's never gonna work.
Tag, I'm it.
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