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At the very least, I won't have to put up with this shit anymore.a quick thing; I'll delete/add on to/replace it when I get home. I just need an outlet.
I can't believe my fucking luck.
Never hated dial tones more in my life, swear to god.
Thank god for Tay - he's been checking up on me every chance he gets, offered to skip class to keep me company at second. He's going bowling with me to cheer me up. (You know, if you were gonna pick someone as a potential threat, maybe he should've been it, or Will, or someone else who'll remain nameless but actually might have provided some kind of danger. It doesn't matter now.)
It still hasn't sunk in yet; ex-girlfriend doesn't come off my tongue as easily as one might think.
When I woke up this morning, the song playing was "It's Cool, We Can Still Be Friends", by Bright Eyes. Love it, angel. (I'm living it.)
Breathing Bright Eyes, Morissey, the Matches, Brand New, Taking Back Sunday, Fall Out Boy - anything to keep my mind off you for 5 more minutes. Unfortunately, they just remind me of you more. Is it too late to crawl into a dark hole?
It kills me to know what you were telling other people at the same time that you were sending me opposing signs. I knew this all along.
Burn my letter. It kills me to know it's out there. Rip it up, burn it, destroy it. I don't want there to be anything tangible left of the way my heart used to beat. Maybe destroying the evidence will help me change it faster. (If this is not a cliche line, nothing is. I've only ever used lines with you, and you seemed to fall for every one. Tell me you weren't so stupid. Please.)
Keep the CD - play the tracks until the CD melts from overheating. Skip the first track. It's not your song. Not anymore.
Think about this: the meaning for each song on there is now changed. They aim to hurt, not to heal - maybe I'll have to make another, sharper one. I hope you love it just the same.
I can't believe my fucking luck.
Never hated dial tones more in my life, swear to god.
Thank god for Tay - he's been checking up on me every chance he gets, offered to skip class to keep me company at second. He's going bowling with me to cheer me up. (You know, if you were gonna pick someone as a potential threat, maybe he should've been it, or Will, or someone else who'll remain nameless but actually might have provided some kind of danger. It doesn't matter now.)
It still hasn't sunk in yet; ex-girlfriend doesn't come off my tongue as easily as one might think.
When I woke up this morning, the song playing was "It's Cool, We Can Still Be Friends", by Bright Eyes. Love it, angel. (I'm living it.)
Breathing Bright Eyes, Morissey, the Matches, Brand New, Taking Back Sunday, Fall Out Boy - anything to keep my mind off you for 5 more minutes. Unfortunately, they just remind me of you more. Is it too late to crawl into a dark hole?
It kills me to know what you were telling other people at the same time that you were sending me opposing signs. I knew this all along.
Burn my letter. It kills me to know it's out there. Rip it up, burn it, destroy it. I don't want there to be anything tangible left of the way my heart used to beat. Maybe destroying the evidence will help me change it faster. (If this is not a cliche line, nothing is. I've only ever used lines with you, and you seemed to fall for every one. Tell me you weren't so stupid. Please.)
Keep the CD - play the tracks until the CD melts from overheating. Skip the first track. It's not your song. Not anymore.
Think about this: the meaning for each song on there is now changed. They aim to hurt, not to heal - maybe I'll have to make another, sharper one. I hope you love it just the same.