Doesn't matter anyways. I'm just here floating by. Floating in a mental sea. The world hustle and bustling by. I can't believe I grew up for this.
Class. I hadn't given a shit about class since him. But then, even then I didn't so much care about the classes, I cared about him. Truthfully, I missed him then, and floaty me misses him more. Shit, I'm a total mess. A fucking Bridesheady mess. My parents are pretending they're still married and my life is an empty meaningless mess.
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