whispers...
No one knows anything.
How about asking ME how I feel about the situation or asking ME what is actually going on before they start putting words in my mouth and into his ears.
I cant stop crying.
I dont care how fucking lame that sounds. I'm really sad.
It's our lives and our problems.
The LAST thing Chris or I need is people running up to us, talking about what she or he 'heard' from someone else, one night, randomly, in a pub.
I thought things were going to be ok, we were hanging out again heaps, sharing the same bed, being normal, and a new kind of us and then suddenly he doesnt want a fucking bar of me because of something someone told him.
PEOPLE ARE RUINING MY LIFE.
Everyone, stay the fuck out of it.
Thanks.
How about asking ME how I feel about the situation or asking ME what is actually going on before they start putting words in my mouth and into his ears.
I cant stop crying.
I dont care how fucking lame that sounds. I'm really sad.
It's our lives and our problems.
The LAST thing Chris or I need is people running up to us, talking about what she or he 'heard' from someone else, one night, randomly, in a pub.
I thought things were going to be ok, we were hanging out again heaps, sharing the same bed, being normal, and a new kind of us and then suddenly he doesnt want a fucking bar of me because of something someone told him.
PEOPLE ARE RUINING MY LIFE.
Everyone, stay the fuck out of it.
Thanks.