Dec 05, 2003 16:06
Yeah mom,
He's going to break my heart.
He's going to make me feel like shit.
He's going to make me cry.
I know all of this, I don't need you to tell me and make me feel like shit. I know this is worth it, even if it won't be later. It's my job to ask myself what the hell I was thinking, not yours. I don't WANT your comfort, I don't WANT your advice.
I need to fuck up on my own.