A logbook of keepsakes picked up along the once-in-a-lifetime journey.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Payphone
Some bridges are meant to be burnt anyway.
You can't expect me to be fine, and I don't expect you to care. How many times those selfish heartbreakers think they have the right to check on you just to somehow ease their guilt by playing nice, not realizing the unpleasant, uninvited repercussions you had to experience? Seriously, it's nowhere near 'nice'.
So call me immature, but don't expect me to be friendly to some fractions the past that had left a bitter taste on my mouth.
Fortunately, I didn't spend all my change on a bad call.
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