fuck it.

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you are under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago.

my name is abbi, and i'm somewhere between my favourite songs and new york city.

i look like this, listen to these songs and constantly wish i was here.

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luke called things off between us because he was scared. he was scared i was going to hurt him and that he’d slip back into depression and not graduate from his final year. it sucks and it hurts but i’m not mad at him, because i get it.

we went very quickly and fell very hard. it sucks. i hate it. i hate this.