It's killing me
I hate being a designated driver. I hate being the designated driver coming home from a party that took 4 hours longer than it was supposed to. I hate being the designated driver coming from a party where I don't know anyone and I never wanted to go in the first place.
It doesn't seem too worth it to get online at home anymore. The connection's slow, and it takes a day and a half to connect.
Ok, I'm done complaining. But now...I have nothing more to make an entry about. But then again, that's what a livejournal's for, right?
I salute you, mr. livejournal creator
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Letting me go
And I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy
It doesn't seem too worth it to get online at home anymore. The connection's slow, and it takes a day and a half to connect.
Ok, I'm done complaining. But now...I have nothing more to make an entry about. But then again, that's what a livejournal's for, right?
I salute you, mr. livejournal creator
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Letting me go
And I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy