*blue balls not included.
Internets, I’m very, very sad today. Nay, heartbroken. This type of post is never easy…
My man is leaving Cleveland.
I was really thinking this one would last — even if just through the summer. I mean, it’s been a rough few weeks, and he hasn’t been so much on his A-game, so I suppose I should have expected something like this. Nonetheless, these sort of separations are never easy.
I will miss you (and your suckiness) dearly.
*sniff*
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And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
