This is what happens when you spill flour on a cat
Phantom if the opurra
I’m over always hurting because of how things are between you and I. It literally feels like there is a knife in my chest when I think of you or see you talk to another girl. I can’t keep living like this. You’re on my mind 24/7 and I’m going insane because the only time I can get something out of you is when I’m being a brat and you’re taking a five from your busy life. If this is what it’s like to grow up, to love and learn, then I’m better off living in solitary confinement because this fucking hurts….