When I think back to last summer, I realize how much I’ve grown up and learned this past year. I was so young and naïve when I met you. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.  You carved out my entire summer for me, let it slip between my fingers. I remember being in that dark, deserted parking lot with you. We were lying on the hood of my car, looking up at the stars, smoking your last cigarettes, watching the smoke spiral around us. And the way you looked at me. I was perfectly content. But even with that moment engraved in my mind, I still can’t forget that one of my darkest, most terrible days was your fault.

Done with bullshit.

I want a double bacon cheeseburger, with extra pickles. Not pudding. Fml.