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i don't understand why certain things happen to certain people. b/c the theory that "everything happens for a reason" is starting to wear thin.
i'm studying penises and cooters....hah. it never gets old. i think my professor was about to kill me and becca earilier for being so giddy. can't help it. the shits funny.
well i have had 2 dates so far this week and they were both duds. big, fat, boring, waste of time. ya think its my attitude going into the whole thing?
i do not want summer to come for the simple fact that i will spend it yet again working and going to school while all the skanks get to go round and about in their bathing suits and the critical decision of "like should we go to the pool or the mall?!" screw em. oh and for the fact that everyone will be back home from school and we will all run into each other...have the fake "how are ya?" conversation, etc.,etc. at least i will have my girls to chill with at school....hooray! lauren if u leave me i swear i will....i dunno i'll get back to ya!
listening to old cd's the other night....after my boring date. i shouldn't say that. it just wasn't "wow this guy is so great and hot and i'm so glad i met him" feeling. i just want to be friends with the boys and i am really getting pissed off. me saying lets just be friends...is NOT some playing hard to get tactic. what the hell?! do i have to spell it out for em? asses...all of em.
anyways, the cd's.....i forgot about this one. never got the eureka sense from it before, but whoa nelly did i now...
when i first met you, i swear that i was straight with you.
i wasn't looking for nobody knew, i just needed someone to talk to.
you said you were cool and understood, but now you caught feelings like i knew you would.
and you're sitting here with a broken heart. because i gave you my body, and not my heart.
when i'm holding you, late at nite. i'm thinking 'bout my ex.
when i'm kissing you, looking at you. i'm thinking 'bout my ex.
and i'm sorry. i didn't meant to hurt you.
and i know sorry doesn't mend a broken heart.
baby, i have to be selfish and true to me. cuz i'm not really where i want to be.
and its nothing with you...it's all me.
i toss and turn when i sleep, long and reaching for someone who used to be.
sad it must be some kind of common thing.
because i can't seem to let go...and love again.
when i lay with you, i close my eyes. i'm thinking bout my ex.
when i 'm touching you, gently. i'm thinking bout my ex.
and i'm sorry. i didn't mean to hurt you.
and i know sorry doesn't mend a broken heart.
when i'm listening to music. i'm thinking bout my ex.
in a bubble bath, with the candles lit. i'm thinking bout my ex.
i'm sorry. i didn't mean to hurt you.
and i know sorry doesn't mend a broken heart.
you're beautiful. i don't want to take this place for someone else.
so let me go.
do a little soul searching for myself.
i'm sorry i let you in and let it get this far.
i never meant to break your heart.
at the shopping mall or the movies. i'm thinking bout my ex.
at the restaurant while i'm eating. i 'm thinking bout myex.
i'm sorry. i didn't mean to hurt you.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.
when you talk to me i drift away. i'm thinking bout my ex.
when you assume what i'm thinking. i'm thinking bout my ex.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.
yeah.. whoa nelly