I have died every day waiting for you.
So I sit here by myself, crying into my Whiskey
You say you love me. And that hook ups with other people are complete accidents.
You say you love me. Yet you broke up with me.
You say you love me. And that next year it can work.
You say you love me. But you need to be without me for schoolies.
You say you love me. And that you need to let me be.
Yet here I am alone at the bar, crying into my Whiskey.
You’ve been down this road too many times Tom.
Alright, here’s the situation. I would kindly ask all of my scribs to unsubscribe. This is no longer a blog of specific images. I honestly can’t be bothered keeping this up or talking to you guys. Yes, you’re all very nice, but I don’t want to do it anymore. From now on, this will be a personal diary of mine. Sorry if I let you down scribs.
Can’t breathe.
