I’ve been trying not to post all this depressing crap.. But when I see something accurate, I can’t help it
I loved real, real hard once. But the love wasn’t returned. Found out the man I’d die for, he wasn’t even concerned. I tried and I tried to keep him in my life. I cried and I cried, but I couldn’t make it right. But I loved the young man, and if you ever been in love.., then you’d understand.
The serving size on the pickle jar says 3/4 of a spear.
I’m sorry but who only eats 3/4 of a pickle and then walks away.