hate when bitches in mcdonalds dont push the tab down on my diet coke like do u not understand my phobia of full fat coke that shit makes me hallucinate and now i cannot enjoy my drink for fear im gonna be poisoned by it
you were broken, i was broken. we carefully stuck each other back together again. then we fell apart, you were my glue and i broke into a million more pieces than i was in before. you left and now i need someone to figure out the jigsaw puzzle and put me back together again.