i sit or lay on the bed and my thoughts are on repeat;
"vittu et sattuu
vittu et sattuu
vittu et sattuu"
and i was weak enough to tell him so too. literally translated it means "fuck it hurts". we sent some txt messages to each other and then i called him, to basically have him agree with me that it cannot go on and that its over. and i couldn't keep my pain inside. its ridiculous.
a sleeping pill is an ideal late night snack.
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