Oct 15, 2005 17:25
I hate it.
Full blown, all out HATE.
Every fucking time- you do this to me.
Every fucking time.
I know why you do it.
I know how you do it.
I know when you're going to,
And I know that it fucking KILLS me everytime.
But still... somehow...
you make me feel like shit.
Absolute, worthless, no good shit.
Thanks, by the way.
Because we all know I LOVE feeling like that.
Oh! And thanks for buying the slut a flower right in front of my face.
Literally picking it out and paying for it directly in front of my face on the bleachers was a nice touch today.
Congratulations.
You have officially made me feel so low, so unwanted, so not good enough, that I think I'm hittin China.