i can't take my eyes off of you...
urgh. we're still talking. i'm like, angry still. i feel a bit better but not much. i did cry a little. i can't help it. it just comes out. tomorrow i will post our talk. fcuking intense. or so i think. damn. there is nothing there for him anymore. fucking sucks. i'm glad it's so easy for him. i feel so desperate and pathetic but i'm trying not to let it come off that way. siiiick. i feel dumb. damn, i'm hungry. i'm going to be so tired tomorrow at work. gayfaggotness. i'm going to finish off this convo and pass out. peace.