Summary
*based of the song vanilla twilight, by Owl city* I honestly don't know what to do. I don't I could really shed anymore deprived tears. Girlfriend deprivation ... Yeah. That's what I have. Its not a real thing I don't think. It a funny thought though. I wonder if she's cried yet. Does she even miss me like I do? I ask her if she does. She says she does, But I cant really tell.