don't read a piece of shit like this
i've got a 12 inch scar from the first time i fell for you and you didn't seem to notice. it must have been all that alcohol in your blood stream or the lack there of for that matter. i've got the same problem,too, where i sit at home with a bottle of water and i drink until i can feel it pushing me to my limits, so i excuse myself and stumble to the nearest exit and realize i let my mind play the same old trick on me. "it's just water." you can say the same cuz i know it's just a trick you pull to make people look at you and think youre weiser, i mean wiser. but back to the story of how you sat down and talked to that girl who had a skirt so short, it gave Mini Me a run for his money. don't get me wrong, she did look like your type with her small-of-the-back tattoo of a heart with a knife through it. i figured i was no match against an inked-up girl with sleek blonde hair and that annoying lisp, which always seemed to make her you's sound like I's. and the world revolved around her... no really, it did. i sat in my car for an hour and waited for the cops to show up, but once again, they let me down, so i went back in and this guy was in the kitchen trying to convince this girl to get naked and run around the neighborhood. i wonder if he got lucky? i guess the point of this story is i was bored and thought this guy's party would be cool seeing as it was the last day of school and my friend told me you'd be there, just like every other party that year. i thought i'd give it a shot and i think you took one to many yourself. you're not that attractive with tequilla on your breath, but i kind of like your slurred words and your drunken stupor. it's kind of your way of saying you liked me too.