I hate those awkward moments when you run into an ex...at a bookstore...with your current girlfriend...
and your ex looks better than when you dated her.
Dammit...
now I'm all depressed.
I hate that shit, and I hate my mind.
-Me
and your ex looks better than when you dated her.
Dammit...
now I'm all depressed.
I hate that shit, and I hate my mind.
-Me
its better than your ex trying to assault you in a bar..