If I can choose, it's only you.
Oh, my God. Fucking women's intuition.
From the moment this chick walked up those fucking stairs, I was worried. At first, I'd hoped she was there for Artemis, but nooo, Barbie walks right on over to my fiancée, and starts hanging on him. There's been this little knot of dread in my stomach ever since.
She's prettier than I am. Blonde hair and these huge eyes and a body that's probably never ingested anything like cigarette smoke or ecstasy or glazed donuts. Shit, I bet she's a virgin. She bleeds purity and sweetness and goodwill, and all this shit that normally makes me want to vomit, but she's so fucking earnest about it.... I can't even bring myself to hate the bitch, even though I'm trying VERY fucking hard.
She probably never even says the word fuck. >.<
She seems perfect. Me, on the other hand? I smoke constantly, I fuck other people, I get sick from first highs and call him in the middle of the night because I think I'm going insane. I eat too much, beat people up, I curse, I rant. I'm directionless. I don't take care of myself, and I haven't been taking very good care of him up until now, either. I think I sometimes drool on him when we're sleeping together. xD I know I have some good points, too, but gosh, for the life of me.. I just can't think of them right now.
I know Drew loves me. I know. But I can't help but worry: what if he loves her more?
From the moment this chick walked up those fucking stairs, I was worried. At first, I'd hoped she was there for Artemis, but nooo, Barbie walks right on over to my fiancée, and starts hanging on him. There's been this little knot of dread in my stomach ever since.
She's prettier than I am. Blonde hair and these huge eyes and a body that's probably never ingested anything like cigarette smoke or ecstasy or glazed donuts. Shit, I bet she's a virgin. She bleeds purity and sweetness and goodwill, and all this shit that normally makes me want to vomit, but she's so fucking earnest about it.... I can't even bring myself to hate the bitch, even though I'm trying VERY fucking hard.
She probably never even says the word fuck. >.<
She seems perfect. Me, on the other hand? I smoke constantly, I fuck other people, I get sick from first highs and call him in the middle of the night because I think I'm going insane. I eat too much, beat people up, I curse, I rant. I'm directionless. I don't take care of myself, and I haven't been taking very good care of him up until now, either. I think I sometimes drool on him when we're sleeping together. xD I know I have some good points, too, but gosh, for the life of me.. I just can't think of them right now.
I know Drew loves me. I know. But I can't help but worry: what if he loves her more?