I H A T E S T. P A D D Y ' S D A Y
I HATE ST. PADDY'S DAY. Im sick of feeling like a jerk. I'm sick of being alone. I'm sick of you, and im sick of myself. Im sick. Remember the happenings of today one year ago and remember the laughter in your lungs. Rememer the cake that was baked, and the love that wasn't faked. Remember i still love you but don't ever tell yourself. How is it that when i think of the most GORGEOUS girl its wrong of me? Forget it no one understands, well one person does. Thank you.