only half of it, spent the other half thinking up this one: go fuck yourself, kavinsky.
[ He really hates how he can't seem to stop himself from replying to each and every one of Kavinsky's messages. Something about the knowledge of it sitting there in his inbox constantly draws him in, has him rolling over in his bed in the middle of the night to fire off some stupid reply to the boy. ]
who the fuck said any of that shit is the truth? you still think really fucking highly of yourself, huh? don't tell me that you actually believe any of that bullshit coming out of your mouth. if you've moved the fuck on then why are you still talking to me? if you're so over me, then fuck off already.
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[ He really hates how he can't seem to stop himself from replying to each and every one of Kavinsky's messages. Something about the knowledge of it sitting there in his inbox constantly draws him in, has him rolling over in his bed in the middle of the night to fire off some stupid reply to the boy. ]
who the fuck said any of that shit is the truth? you still think really fucking highly of yourself, huh? don't tell me that you actually believe any of that bullshit coming out of your mouth.
if you've moved the fuck on then why are you still talking to me? if you're so over me, then fuck off already.