Jul 23, 2008 01:54
I can't wake up anymore.
I'm never that reference.
I don't feel much at all.
You look good.
It'll never happen.
I Still think about it from time to time.
I need away from this place.
I can't wait to turn you into a mainland morning burrito.
I'm ridiculously attracted to you.
I can't stand the way you talk or the things you talk about.
I'm going to make it up to you if you'll let me.
You irritate the fucking shit out of me when you do that.
I said I give up, but that's not true.
You could potentially destroy me.