let's look at this in a humorous way
i think i might be stupid.
my ex-boyfriend lives with me.
i invited him to. (he moves into his new place soon)
i was sure i wasn't attracted to him, until the other night, felt a little something.
but pretty sure that something was nothing.
haven't seen him for a couple days, except when he stopped by at work.
he makes me feel uncomfortable sometimes.
i act cold toward him sometimes, then regret it.
acting aloof never gets me anywhere except this horrible place of self-torture as soon as i have a moment to myself.
anyway, he smells kind of bad, I have yet to see a toothbrush belonging to him, and he talks too much about music and guitars, but at least now i can tell him that he's barking up the wrong tree. i even said that. 'you're barking up the wrong tree, buddy.'
I think way too much about that guy in Seattle, still.
He wrote me a month ago and told me he was going to come visit.
no word since.
that's just mean.
though if you look at our last encounters, i acted mean. cold.
cold is the word of the day.
anyway, he has a beer belly and ... and... that's all i got.
oh yeah, and it's possible that i've just created him in my head. sort of like when i used to imagine myself being a world famous gymnast specializing in the uneven parallel bars.
my ex-boyfriend lives with me.
i invited him to. (he moves into his new place soon)
i was sure i wasn't attracted to him, until the other night, felt a little something.
but pretty sure that something was nothing.
haven't seen him for a couple days, except when he stopped by at work.
he makes me feel uncomfortable sometimes.
i act cold toward him sometimes, then regret it.
acting aloof never gets me anywhere except this horrible place of self-torture as soon as i have a moment to myself.
anyway, he smells kind of bad, I have yet to see a toothbrush belonging to him, and he talks too much about music and guitars, but at least now i can tell him that he's barking up the wrong tree. i even said that. 'you're barking up the wrong tree, buddy.'
I think way too much about that guy in Seattle, still.
He wrote me a month ago and told me he was going to come visit.
no word since.
that's just mean.
though if you look at our last encounters, i acted mean. cold.
cold is the word of the day.
anyway, he has a beer belly and ... and... that's all i got.
oh yeah, and it's possible that i've just created him in my head. sort of like when i used to imagine myself being a world famous gymnast specializing in the uneven parallel bars.