I just got back from watching you perform tonight, and you were fantastic, incredible and I was mildly distracted by the lack of shirts in your item. Who am I kidding, the concert was utter crap and I still am slightly annoyed at myself for going down to watch you after such a tiring day when I should have known better on so many accounts.
It still hurts to see you smile and laugh I won’t deny that, but I really don’t think I have a choice in this particular scenario having decided that its better to at least be friends. Oh the irony and karma of it all.
I hate having an inner mofo tayler swift inside me.
On another note, there might potentially be someone in my life. Work in progress.
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