Seso-ra

You think you're coming back don't you? You think you can waltz right back in with those -nngh- icy blue eyes and sexy, tustled black hair and those toned musc- FOCUS TWEEK!... Don't let him do this again. I clutch the carboard box full of your belongings to my chest as if it's my last pair of boxers during a visit from the underpants gnomes or my favourite thermos, you know, the one you bought me for my birth- oh Jesus, I'm gonna have to throw that out too. I don't care that it's pouring down outside, not even my theory of super-corrosive-killer-rain suddenly  wiping out the human race can stop me now as I storm down the path tow

I know that Craig has been drinking a lot recently. He’s been at the bar every night for about two whole months now, and it’s all because of that bastard Clyde and his bitch girlfriend, Bebe. Ever since they invited Craig out to that party, he hasn’t been the same since. I’m not entirely sure what happened at the party because I had to work an extra shift at my parents’ coffee shop, but I know there was major alcohol use and smoking and shit. I’ve been planning to talk to him about it tonight after work. After hours passed finally I close up the shop and race to Craig’s where he’s hopefully waiting for