You broke up, f*ck this shit, but you still show up at his place, and he still opens the door. This fucking never ends.

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You dated for two years. Fighting just for the sake of fighting, both of you having absolutely fucked-up personalities. Everyone around you was already used to the way you two acted like you were about to fucking kill each other, only to end up making out in some corner by the end of the night.

You broke up because of him, even though he firmly believes it was because of YOU.

Bangchan was constantly talking to that bitch, his friend’s sister, who was always hanging all over her brother at parties. He could go hours without texting you, but he’d always find the time to reply to her messages, going, “lol, she’s my homie’s sister.”

So you gave him a taste of his own medicine. Started talking to a guy from college who liked buying you coffee and had even walked you home a couple of times. And suddenly, for some fucking reason, Chan wasn’t so cool with that same “harmless friendship.”

Neither of you caught the other cheating. No throwing each other’s shit out the window, no dramatic bullshit. Just one fight where you both said, “f*ck this relationship and you.”

But physically, neither of you could fucking let go.

He invited you to a party with his friends, and by the end of the night, you were already in his bed. You told him you’d had a shitty fucking week, and he was already unbuckling his belt.

Neither of you is ever gonna make the first move and admit that something needs to be done about this shit, are you?

Of course, we have two introductory messages: English и для моих любимых снг.

I just saw this photo on Insta and remembered that October is here.