cupid impaled my heart with a fucking arrow
so it's valentine's day week. i wish she would acknowledge my existence. she does not. you know who you are if you're reading this. i am listening to our song right now. i will listen to it every time you made me cry, 63 times a day. this is my 28th time listening to it today. who were to think "who let the dogs out?" would bring so much heartache? i remember we laughed when we heard it and said it was ours. it's a different day, and i am listening to the song. you are mine i tell myself, but then i take a nap and when i wake up i realize you're not. i cry to this song still. you let the dogs out of me. my dogs of ire. you made me feel the wrath of ex-loves. i was your william tell, while you were a drunken archer. you caught me in the fucking eye socket. all i see is you. and then comes presidents day. four years ago was the best presidents day because i was with you. i remember when i grabbed a sharpie and drew a beard on myself, looking like lincoln. but, alas, you were my fucking john wilkes booth and blew my brains out, along with my heart. you stormed out of my personal life, my own ford's theater. i'll write to you on valentine's day, so look out for that. i am watching you, and i love you always. every night since you left me has been the worst night, ever!