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Home on a Saturday night, with all my doors locked up tight. I won't be thinking about you baby
Except it's Friday. Only Friday. My god. I can tell this is going to be a waste once again.
I've been questioning my existance lately. What the hell, you know?
I need to stop fucking this up. At times I care a hell of a lot, other times I can't stand not being with you, and it pisses me off. You're always doing something, having someone over or something.
And I stand by a conclusion I have made. Girls all in a group in a sleepover or little party are obnoxious as fuck. Otherwise, loveable.
I need psychological help, desperatley, wow.
Except it's Friday. Only Friday. My god. I can tell this is going to be a waste once again.
I've been questioning my existance lately. What the hell, you know?
I need to stop fucking this up. At times I care a hell of a lot, other times I can't stand not being with you, and it pisses me off. You're always doing something, having someone over or something.
And I stand by a conclusion I have made. Girls all in a group in a sleepover or little party are obnoxious as fuck. Otherwise, loveable.
I need psychological help, desperatley, wow.