I hope you’re happyI wish you all the best, reallySay you love her, baby, just not like you loved meAnd think of me fondly when your hands are on herI hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier
My sister’s husband heard me blasting Olivia Rodrigo from my room and came by to make sure I wasn’t hanging from my curtain rod. My door was only open because the sun faces this room in the afternoon and it gets super hot in here. I’m gonna get this blackout window film so I can cry in peace block out the sun.
