the big, bad ex is on my mind for some weird reason. I've actually been missing the jerkface. The world-wrecking, GPA-ruining, insane-making jerkface. I know I miss the idea of him, not the man himself. Cognitively, at least. But, just a little, I give in to the feeling.
The logical side of me says: Of course there are songs that remind me of us. The question is, why am I listening to them on repeat?
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