I'll tell you something that I love.

Seeing words and realizing their immense meaning to me, and then deciding that I want the reminder that they lend me on my skin forever. Even though it’ll make me sad every time I read it, I’ll still look back and see how happy you made me for that brief moment in our lives.

Ego recordor vos in colo colui cultum ut operor nusquam esse.

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I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you.
I keep telling myself that, but unfortunately that's not true, nor could it ever be. I honestly wish you would die. Not because I hate you, but because it would easier to miss you then. Seeing you all the time makes it impossible to get over you. And the fact that you won't even acknowledge my existence doesn't make it any easier. BRB, suicide.

This, needs to be on my skin.