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sitting on the detour from auburn avenue i almost lost it. i didnt loose it until i got home and i turned on some bright eyes and i just fucking felt it. it was like everything that had been getting to me and then some, and now i just sort of faced it. "i have a date on sunday," funny i do too. but i know that i wont enjoy it and i have nothing to say about it otherwise.
i kind of want him to see that i'm perfect for him and he is perfect for me and that its not just a coincidence that we have matching colognes, that you're cocky as sin and i am too. that we fucking complete eachother's sentences and i dont even have to say anything for you to know that i'm thinking. and what makes it even worse is that you know what i'm thinking. why the fuck is it that you have the upper hand in this and you can keep from your head that i'm fucking amazing. i'm fucking perfect. this will be beside the purpose.
anyway, it was great. it was fucking amazing.
i kind of want him to see that i'm perfect for him and he is perfect for me and that its not just a coincidence that we have matching colognes, that you're cocky as sin and i am too. that we fucking complete eachother's sentences and i dont even have to say anything for you to know that i'm thinking. and what makes it even worse is that you know what i'm thinking. why the fuck is it that you have the upper hand in this and you can keep from your head that i'm fucking amazing. i'm fucking perfect. this will be beside the purpose.
anyway, it was great. it was fucking amazing.