. we get on.

found this in an old sketchbook today. I think it was from the last break-up. It was from this Kate Nash song about how she's in love with this guy but then she saw him with another girl at a party. She locked herself in the bathroom crying while her girlfriends tell her that she could do much better ( which never helps, by the way, when you are drunk, staring at the boy you like with a trampy girl instead of the trampy you)

fun times.

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