Urgh.
About 20 minutes ago I started crying at my desk thinking about A.’s handwriting and how beautiful it is. So I went outside for a smoke and calmed down a little. Now, all I can think about is what he’s going to do this weekend, how drunk he’s going to get, how many girls he’s going to hit on, who he’s going to go home with.
I hope his dick falls off.
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