If The Divine Master's Plan Is Perfection, Maybe Next I'll Give Judas A Try
ill post on here cuz Peter's reading.
last night, i said goodbye the the man that has wronged me. after talking to someone i feel doesn't give good advice last night (not you Peter, the other one), i finally am able to let go of my supposed knight in shining armor. i enjoyed only two nights with him, and yet, he completly infatuated me for two weeks. my brain hurt even trying to think of other things besides him. and now that i know i was rejected (wha, me, rejected?), it is time for me to close up shop and move on. i hate hately hate emotional shit. it seems i get along just fine being kinda cold when it come to relationships. im not a mean guy, and love my friends. but in order to safeguard my continued exsistence, i once again have to crawl into my shell until the next quick obsession comes along.
now, because of my latest non significant other, i have added three new standards to the every growing list of Mikey's standards:
1. Non-smoker
2. Smell good, as in he knows what scent he is wearing, and it adorns the pillow he sleeps on
3. Unique, quasi trashy romance novel sounding name
last night, i said goodbye the the man that has wronged me. after talking to someone i feel doesn't give good advice last night (not you Peter, the other one), i finally am able to let go of my supposed knight in shining armor. i enjoyed only two nights with him, and yet, he completly infatuated me for two weeks. my brain hurt even trying to think of other things besides him. and now that i know i was rejected (wha, me, rejected?), it is time for me to close up shop and move on. i hate hately hate emotional shit. it seems i get along just fine being kinda cold when it come to relationships. im not a mean guy, and love my friends. but in order to safeguard my continued exsistence, i once again have to crawl into my shell until the next quick obsession comes along.
now, because of my latest non significant other, i have added three new standards to the every growing list of Mikey's standards:
1. Non-smoker
2. Smell good, as in he knows what scent he is wearing, and it adorns the pillow he sleeps on
3. Unique, quasi trashy romance novel sounding name