Bleh.

Dec 10, 2005 06:56

Now I know better. From her fingers in your hair. I'll forgive you for what you've done, If you say that I'm the one.

Bleh. I always feel really selfish whenever I write in one of these. I have to babysit in about a half hour. I hate not doing anything on weekends, too much time to think. Thats always a bad thing. I freakin' need to exercise. Dumb spaces between sports. I feel lazy, gross, frusterated with myself, sick, lonely. I need a hug. Or maybe a sedative. Hard to tell. I dont know what to do with myself. I dont know why its so hard for me to let go of something so incredibly pointless. Oh wait, maybe because it's impossible. MAYBE because playing games with people's minds is something FUN to do. In a perfect world, I would ditch you, not be jealous of other girls. You would be on your own, without my sympathy or compassion. In a perfect world I would see you in the hall and laugh because I'm something you never had, nor ever will.
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