Never again.
Okay, baby.
Well done; I took a couple nice pills due to the fact that I know a walking pharmaceutical counter and I think I'll drink a couple shots of ...something. What do I have. I got vodka. I got that nasty Shnapps left over from grad. There might be some Jack Daniels under the sink. Yes, that's my plan! I will drink myself through this!
It was fine. He didn't get mad. He didn't actually appear to care. Some part of me was hoping to hear, "You're an amazing person! I want you in my life!" I think I'd have said that if the positions were reversed. The positions were not reversed, however. And I guess this is how it is supposed to be.
God I was so stupid. Fucking curling my hair and shit. Psh.
Ain't no Etta.
Ain't no Beth.
Ain't no whoever-the-fuck.
Best of luck with Ali Larter, Keira Knightley, and Jennifer Connelly.
As for me, I am done. My body will not accept another lover and my head can't handle another partner. He's always gonna be my "it", but this half-way house platonic coffee and telephone thing was slaughtering me by measures.
Talk to you tomorrow when I'm either hung over or feeling better. Or still fucked up, maybe. Who knows.
Well done; I took a couple nice pills due to the fact that I know a walking pharmaceutical counter and I think I'll drink a couple shots of ...something. What do I have. I got vodka. I got that nasty Shnapps left over from grad. There might be some Jack Daniels under the sink. Yes, that's my plan! I will drink myself through this!
It was fine. He didn't get mad. He didn't actually appear to care. Some part of me was hoping to hear, "You're an amazing person! I want you in my life!" I think I'd have said that if the positions were reversed. The positions were not reversed, however. And I guess this is how it is supposed to be.
God I was so stupid. Fucking curling my hair and shit. Psh.
Ain't no Etta.
Ain't no Beth.
Ain't no whoever-the-fuck.
Best of luck with Ali Larter, Keira Knightley, and Jennifer Connelly.
As for me, I am done. My body will not accept another lover and my head can't handle another partner. He's always gonna be my "it", but this half-way house platonic coffee and telephone thing was slaughtering me by measures.
Talk to you tomorrow when I'm either hung over or feeling better. Or still fucked up, maybe. Who knows.