“Stopped talking to my best friend (female), because her and my crush didn’t have a good past. The girl ended up going for one of my friends instead, and my best friend had her arms open to receive me back after I was such a dumbass.
I love my friends.”
I honestly think I am going to be sick. I am literally retching outside the Y, dry-heave a-gogo.
How did I become enchanted, so betwixt, so DELUSIONAL, with some so cold, and so inconsiderate, and so apparently vile. Fuck that noise. That was awful, and you should feel awful.
But now I just feel bad. :/ Tongue-tied.
We fought about it this week, despite results of last week, we’ll fix it by the next week despite the signs that we’re weak.
My emotions control the weather.
Polish.
I don’t need to be religious to dig that, and I think Patrick Watson would agree. Sweet oh luscious life, you taste so sweet.
Ohhhhh, I’m a pretty lucky guy.
Get out of my head, please. It’s literally my first thought when I wake, my last before I pass out. Why am I so enthralled when you aren’t even interested?
