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Well, at least I get to say, "I wrote that one thing for Rolling Stone."
It's not fair she gets to see him before me. It's not fair, and I hate not being able to do anything about it but whine, but that really is all I can do...Just sit here and stew for five more days and then three and a half weeks after that, and then who knows.
Monday we'll see if this horrible feeling must persist throughout the summer. Come on, Pharmaceutical Executive. And come January (oh God, so far away, but the time will pass so quickly), I'll be living three floors below, in the second dimension (2D).
I don't understand. I've been busting my ass for months to get myself to NY this summer. And for what? Am I the new Job? Has God decided it'd be fun to make me suffer? To dangle my dreams in front of me and then laugh as they're jerked away? Why is everyone else so much more special than I am?
Not being good enough for anybody. That's such an awful feeling.
I just miss him beyond words. It's not fun to walk around feeling incomplete.
It's not fair she gets to see him before me. It's not fair, and I hate not being able to do anything about it but whine, but that really is all I can do...Just sit here and stew for five more days and then three and a half weeks after that, and then who knows.
Monday we'll see if this horrible feeling must persist throughout the summer. Come on, Pharmaceutical Executive. And come January (oh God, so far away, but the time will pass so quickly), I'll be living three floors below, in the second dimension (2D).
I don't understand. I've been busting my ass for months to get myself to NY this summer. And for what? Am I the new Job? Has God decided it'd be fun to make me suffer? To dangle my dreams in front of me and then laugh as they're jerked away? Why is everyone else so much more special than I am?
Not being good enough for anybody. That's such an awful feeling.
I just miss him beyond words. It's not fun to walk around feeling incomplete.