are we having fun yet?
Ugh, rough night, not gonna lie. Honestly, no particular train of thought or reason for this, but really... I have this whole life planned out, a few jobs that keep me busy as hell, and a whole shit ton of friends that rock my world... however...
There is one person who I know thinks the world of me, and if I wanted to, would support me financially for the rest of my life. The way this person looks at me, what he thinks of me and all that I do... it blows my mind. He listens to me talk about this person and that person, who's walking in and out of my life, what I did this weekend, what club and with who, and he just smiles, and I know that he's just happy that I'm there and having a good time....
what the hell is wrong with me? I'm sorry Mr. Perfect, but I'm all set because I want to destroy my life some more. Please come back later when I'm even more of a broken excuse for a human being. Thanks for accepting that we're just friends, and for giving me front row seats to watching you break in half. Super.
Ugh, I make myself sick sometimes.
There is one person who I know thinks the world of me, and if I wanted to, would support me financially for the rest of my life. The way this person looks at me, what he thinks of me and all that I do... it blows my mind. He listens to me talk about this person and that person, who's walking in and out of my life, what I did this weekend, what club and with who, and he just smiles, and I know that he's just happy that I'm there and having a good time....
what the hell is wrong with me? I'm sorry Mr. Perfect, but I'm all set because I want to destroy my life some more. Please come back later when I'm even more of a broken excuse for a human being. Thanks for accepting that we're just friends, and for giving me front row seats to watching you break in half. Super.
Ugh, I make myself sick sometimes.