Squirtle

I’d like to forget. I’d like to say my eyes remained dry and that my first relationship didn’t affect me that much. But he became everything to me. He did and I blew it. I blew it and I let it affect me. And now I have this squirtle plushie to remember him by.

12, I had a real party.

13, 1 came.

14, no one and nothing.

15, he came. And now it never happened. I’m a social dumbass.

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