Wednesday, August 11, 2010

filled up to the brim

It's loaded, just trigger.
Every little thing, action, object, moment, just basically anything that is of a reminder makes me fucking break down. I try, I honestly try to reminisce on all the laughter and good memories but once that memory is played, it's over.
It's fucking loaded, just trigger.

So what does that make me exactly? A weak, sensitive mother fucker?

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