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Would you like to hear whats been going on in my mind for the last three days? Here's an overview.
Oh and Cat, I <3 you. RIP Mrs. Orlin, happy birthday.
-Lovefool...love me, love me, say that you love me...leave me leave me just say that you need me..i cant care bout anything but you. freedom is just another word for i got nothing left to loose. i want you to want me, i need you to need me. i hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. i hate the way
you drive my car. i hate the way you stare. I hate your big combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right. I hate the way you lie .I hate it when you make me laugh, and even more when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call; but mostly I hate it that I don't hate you not even close, not a little bit, not even at all. i have nothing. i just don't look it. not that it matters to you. you love her anyway, she has everything. she just doesn't look it. won't you cry a little? cry just a little? maybe, that way, i could feel just a little less pain. pain is liberty. *love is always patient and kind it is never jealous. love is never boastful nor conceded it is never rude or selfish. it does not take offense and it is not resentful. love takes no pleasure in other peoples sins but delights in the truth. it is always ready to excuse, to trust, and to hope and to endure whatever comes...<--if you think that, you've never been in love. work is libery. I know, nobody knows, where you come from and where you go.
welcome to my fucked up mind.
Oh and Cat, I <3 you. RIP Mrs. Orlin, happy birthday.
-Lovefool...love me, love me, say that you love me...leave me leave me just say that you need me..i cant care bout anything but you. freedom is just another word for i got nothing left to loose. i want you to want me, i need you to need me. i hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. i hate the way
you drive my car. i hate the way you stare. I hate your big combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right. I hate the way you lie .I hate it when you make me laugh, and even more when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call; but mostly I hate it that I don't hate you not even close, not a little bit, not even at all. i have nothing. i just don't look it. not that it matters to you. you love her anyway, she has everything. she just doesn't look it. won't you cry a little? cry just a little? maybe, that way, i could feel just a little less pain. pain is liberty. *love is always patient and kind it is never jealous. love is never boastful nor conceded it is never rude or selfish. it does not take offense and it is not resentful. love takes no pleasure in other peoples sins but delights in the truth. it is always ready to excuse, to trust, and to hope and to endure whatever comes...<--if you think that, you've never been in love. work is libery. I know, nobody knows, where you come from and where you go.
welcome to my fucked up mind.