Apr 21, 2007 08:58
Don't ever tell me you love me when shes in the other room. Stop saying you don't mean it when you tell her the same things you tell me. I'm done fighting for you. She can have you and all the bullshit that comes along with it. Thank you for making me see what kind of person you are. Just try not to make any more girls have babies all by themselves. That was pretty low. I have a beautiful son, I have the best part of you.
On a better note: I'm back in Florida! People, call me. 386 451 3735. My myspace is all jacked up.