Lately I've been thinking quite a lot about that guy who broke me completely. I don't miss him exactly, but I miss the feelings he gave me and whatever it was we had.
This weekend I got asked which guy who was the best kisser of the ones I've kissed. And you know what? It was hard to answer that. You see, the best kisser was undoubtedly the last one I kissed, but it wasn't the best kiss. That one came from the guy who broke me. Strange really, but I suppose emotions do play their part.
I'm considering staying home tomorrow and buy paint so I can fix my kitchen. Then again, my lecture is between 8am-10am so if I go to my lecture I'll be back in my apartment with paint before I get up if I don't go. And the thing is that I have to go - there's no chance in hell I'm risking sinking down into a hole again. Not one chance.
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