Jun 14, 2004 18:15
"Could you tell me the next time that you're choking? Because I'll rush right over to shove some dirt right down your throat. It's nothing I have against you, you're just a creep and you can't remember..."
I'm fucking sick of this already and its only just begun. Maybe I'll just be able to distance myself from the entire fiasco; except even the thought is a lie. Fuck it.