It's kind of fucked up isn't it? How all of a sudden, someone just wakes up and decides to never talk to you again. No reason. No explanation. No words said. They just leave you hanging like you never meant shit to them, and what hurts the most is how they made it look so easy.
He is here. He was there. He is peace. He is faith.
I bought mine and Mitch’s For Today tickets, and our House Vs. Hurricane tickets. Not only that, but I bought him a pair of mid-calf socks from American Apparell, myself a cute polo top, a much needed pair of earphones and this months Frankie magazine.
I’m feeling like an absolute boss right now. Keen as for gymnastics tonight.