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I don't really smoke cigarettes but I did yesterday on the drive to Santa Barbara. Saturday night was terrible. And great too. The definition of bittersweet perhaps. I stayed at Michelles house after her party, which was a great party by the way, and woke up totally regretting it. And at his point it's not like we even sleep together, so the whole situation is ridiculous. The thing that kills me is that this time I was the one that broke down.
I just want to be around her and with her but every time it ends up being fucked up. Is insanity doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome? I get bitter and angry too easily, I probably need to leave this one behind.
I just want to be around her and with her but every time it ends up being fucked up. Is insanity doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome? I get bitter and angry too easily, I probably need to leave this one behind.