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He was too hair y tbh

*It’s a Scott Pilgrim reference irst ed my f I scar nd by boyfrie to kiss me. him .. ing k s a

He grew a man bun.

She had a tattoo of her ex’s name…

My boyfriend went to church camp and came back with a spiritual awakening that he didn't like me anymore.

She said I hugged my friend Kyle too passionately.

In Grade 4, he said he couldn't play enough soccer during recess

He thought my curry was too spicy

His favourite band was Nickelback

He said he broke up with me because of the sex…

We had breakup sex.

Act 5: Goodbye Pt. 2 I guess my hesitation was a sign, We were never “meant to be” Youth is foolishness Feelings are fleeting But, the moments we shared are important they are a mark they are an indication that this happened and for a moment in time all was ok…

Act 6: The Finale (Goodbye for real this time) I told you I liked you in May. We had our first phone call then too.

We talked for eight hours straight in June.

I thought I might love you in July.

We laughed all the way through August.

We had our first meeting in September.

I fell out of infatuation in October.

Maybe if I write out our history, it won’t be forgotten.

Youth is foolish.

Youth is fleeting.

Youth is a lesson.

I have no answers, I only have recollections.

– Gabrielle Warren

MATH some misguided suckers, in awe of their might preach mathematic supremacy; I only ignore them and never lose sight: numbers are always the enemy in kindergarten, life wasn’t too bad, considering I was a numerical rookie; that still hasn’t changed, since I began dodging math ‘round the time that we stopped counting cookies look at a list of equations, you’ll see, me plus math equals tragic collision; really, my life starts getting sketchy as soon as I’m hit with two-digit addition over the years, the pain got more offensive as they attacked me with slope, quadratics, and pi, each new concept an affront to my senses and another reason to die ask me to swim the Pacific, cross the Sahara, or cut off all of my toes; lose Wi-Fi forever, breathe in Los Angeles, or watch Donald Trump’s favourite shows; write essays, eat ants, tear a phone book in two, or blindly fight a T-rex, there are infinite things I’d much rather do than to be asked by Satan to solve for x – Blythe Hunter