I don't mean to sound bitter, yet...
I now believe that love is a farce.
Romance is fake.
bah.
A girl and I just broke up because her friend likes me. Of all the reasons in the world, short of wanting to eat my spleen, this was one I least expect. And of course, comes the mystery and paranoia of who this girl's friend is.
I sigh. Again and again, trying to excise from my mind the twisted remnants of rational thought and hoping with each new breath I may extract and eliminate that which is the source of my confusion. It's a mess in there. =P
...I need a drink. Juice for now, but one day I forsee myself popping open a nice chardonnay to wash away my troubles. And never re-corking it. I hope I'm a fun drunk.
Romance is fake.
bah.
A girl and I just broke up because her friend likes me. Of all the reasons in the world, short of wanting to eat my spleen, this was one I least expect. And of course, comes the mystery and paranoia of who this girl's friend is.
I sigh. Again and again, trying to excise from my mind the twisted remnants of rational thought and hoping with each new breath I may extract and eliminate that which is the source of my confusion. It's a mess in there. =P
...I need a drink. Juice for now, but one day I forsee myself popping open a nice chardonnay to wash away my troubles. And never re-corking it. I hope I'm a fun drunk.