I don’t miss hell. That place was trash, and the food was always charfuckin’grilled.
I missed someone so much once that I was going to march up to their doorstep, break their boyfriend’s neck and make out with her in front of a dead body. Missing people never gets you anywhere.
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I don’t miss hell. That place was trash, and the food was always charfuckin’grilled.
I missed someone so much once that I was going to march up to their doorstep, break their boyfriend’s neck and make out with her in front of a dead body. Missing people never gets you anywhere.
You have been warned.
Missing someone may never get you anywhere but its a feeling that is real and sometimes unavoidable.