We just broke up, I can't believe it. You think when you grow older, you'd grow thicker skin to cope. You don't, the stinging pain stays the same, or becomes even worse. 26 years old, and crying like a little child, emotions will always get the bigger hand of me.
Even my dear friend Mr Smirnoff doesn't know what to do, he's even more confused than me. I even lit my first sigaret in quitting for 11 months and 14 days, don't plan on starting to smoke again, but Mr Marlboro seemed just right, together with Mr Smirnoff, at this time on.
First thing I could think of was turning to this safe haven called Emoleericks to write down how I feel, something I haven't done in years..
Poor kid, he's so confused.
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