::he ran his thumb lightly over his bottom lip as the cigarette burned between two fingers on the same hand. his bright green/blue eyes stared blankly at the screen as all of his thoughts just now finally collected. he lifted his hands ready to type::
How does
she manage to always get under my fucking skin. It's ridiculous how little she has to do to get my blood boiling. Every thing I thought was right apparently was wrong, everything I thought was wrong was apparently right. It doesn't matter what I say
she always says the opposite. What is it? what makes
you want to challenge every little thing I say or do?
you can't except the fact that I actually had reason...justifiable reasons for ending things.
you just want some reason to hate me...and I'm giving it to
you.
::grumbles about something lifting the cigarette to his lips, a light scoff falling from his lips as the smoke snakes upward towards the ceiling. He had mixed feeling about this whole situation and it was litterally making him want to tear his hair out::
...ok but before I do something stupid lets try to forget that "issue" for a moment. I've been trying my best to stay relaxed these past couple days...with filming, and promoting..and..stress...I've just needed to take a few days, so yesterday I took completely off, spend the day with myself in my usual underloved hangouts like Sam's Diner, it was nice to just be simple for a day.
I haven't got in contact with Jen recently, mostly because of what's going on right now, I really don't want to drag her into it. my complications with one thing tend to spread into everything else around me, and Jen and I had a nice split..and God knows I don't need another hostile ex...::blinks re reading his words, debating on changing the word hostile, knowing it will Piss Gwyn off, but despite it, leaving it as it sits::
I think I just need to fly to bermuda and hide out beneath a coconut tree or something. ::sighs scratching his head::