carry on my wayward assbutt

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I promised myself I’d never go back to that bum fuck hick town in Lino Lakes, Minnesota because the air hurts my face and it smells like fish shit. There are broken memories and bullies and ex boyfriends and girls who stabbed me in the back and speeding tickets and mean teachers and bad grades and college rejection letters and the noodles and company where you broke my heart and dead babies and lost innocence and I fucking swore I’d never look back but I did for you. And now you’re just another reason to put it all in the trunk of my car and never open it up again.
fucking me