misheard lyrics are better than the real thing
Just when you think think you're never going to like anyone again, someone comes along.
I like him, a lot. It makes me nervous. Felicia's right in that I fall too fast. I shouldn't miss him. But I do. We were talking last night about the strange fact that we've only known eachother for a week and it feels much, much longer. He makes me regret letting myself be with people I don't care about.
I'm working tonight, and tomorrow morning. Thursday I'm with him. Friday is the shoot for Gore Girls, and Felicia is doing my hair and keeping me company <3 Saturday and Sunday I work. I'm all broken out so thank goodness for makeup for Friday unless some miracle of life happens.
I wrote Justin about feeling depressed and he wrote back. He's infamous for too little too late. What I wrote to him had nothing to do with us and he comes back with me being the love of his life. I told him that he should have told me this years ago. That I don't want to spend the rest of my life worrying about him and drugs and watching him drink everynight. I appreciate the effort, I know its hard for him to admit his feelings, but I can't do it anymore. I'm not where I was a year ago and I'm better off for it.
I'm so dreading work right now. I'm cold and all I want to do is crawl up in bed and go back to sleep.
I like him, a lot. It makes me nervous. Felicia's right in that I fall too fast. I shouldn't miss him. But I do. We were talking last night about the strange fact that we've only known eachother for a week and it feels much, much longer. He makes me regret letting myself be with people I don't care about.
I'm working tonight, and tomorrow morning. Thursday I'm with him. Friday is the shoot for Gore Girls, and Felicia is doing my hair and keeping me company <3 Saturday and Sunday I work. I'm all broken out so thank goodness for makeup for Friday unless some miracle of life happens.
I wrote Justin about feeling depressed and he wrote back. He's infamous for too little too late. What I wrote to him had nothing to do with us and he comes back with me being the love of his life. I told him that he should have told me this years ago. That I don't want to spend the rest of my life worrying about him and drugs and watching him drink everynight. I appreciate the effort, I know its hard for him to admit his feelings, but I can't do it anymore. I'm not where I was a year ago and I'm better off for it.
I'm so dreading work right now. I'm cold and all I want to do is crawl up in bed and go back to sleep.