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If only you weren't dead. But there's more to it than your death. There's the animated figured in bed talking about that time between death and brain death. There's mint chocolate chip ice cream to be had. There's white chocolate covered pretzels to be made. There's still granola in the box. There's that road we've yet to survey. No, I don't like that song.
I miss you, why'd you have to die? But there's more to it than you. I've yet to meet the lighthouse keeper. I've yet to finish this book. I've yet to return the "I love you". I hate you. I really do. I never thought I'd really hate anybody. I take that back, I hate a lot of people. I Hate Myself? I just never thought I would truly hate you. Dionne Warwick??? No, not you, you. Yes, now this, I wish this song would never end. I wish this moment were not over. I wish we had said what we wanted to say. I wish you were just the way I pictured you. I'm sorry I can't just come out and say it. I know what you'll say and I don't believe a word of it. IT DOES MAKE SENSE, YOU'RE JUST NOT READING IT RIGHT!
Can't believe you actually died. Went to the funeral and never came back. But what it really all comes down to is this:
Thank you, I suppose, for the good times. I can't forget them, some things last a lifetime. Unfortunately, in retrospect, every good thing is seen as a selfish act or tactful ploy. ["It's so weird that the one that could make me so happy could bring me so down..." all other Missouri Loves Company quotes no longer stand firm.] But this isn't about any one individual so don't get me wrong. I really don't like you. I'm not interested in being your friend. You should hear the things I say about you to other people which I also talk about poorly behind their back (note: I really am trying to add a Matthew Richard Gregor to my shit talk list, so please believe me when I say I hate him).kljhsbflksrbhfkjbfvg. Yes! That's what it comes to. I hate Matt Gregor
the end.
I miss you, why'd you have to die? But there's more to it than you. I've yet to meet the lighthouse keeper. I've yet to finish this book. I've yet to return the "I love you". I hate you. I really do. I never thought I'd really hate anybody. I take that back, I hate a lot of people. I Hate Myself? I just never thought I would truly hate you. Dionne Warwick??? No, not you, you. Yes, now this, I wish this song would never end. I wish this moment were not over. I wish we had said what we wanted to say. I wish you were just the way I pictured you. I'm sorry I can't just come out and say it. I know what you'll say and I don't believe a word of it. IT DOES MAKE SENSE, YOU'RE JUST NOT READING IT RIGHT!
Can't believe you actually died. Went to the funeral and never came back. But what it really all comes down to is this:
Thank you, I suppose, for the good times. I can't forget them, some things last a lifetime. Unfortunately, in retrospect, every good thing is seen as a selfish act or tactful ploy. ["It's so weird that the one that could make me so happy could bring me so down..." all other Missouri Loves Company quotes no longer stand firm.] But this isn't about any one individual so don't get me wrong. I really don't like you. I'm not interested in being your friend. You should hear the things I say about you to other people which I also talk about poorly behind their back (note: I really am trying to add a Matthew Richard Gregor to my shit talk list, so please believe me when I say I hate him).kljhsbflksrbhfkjbfvg. Yes! That's what it comes to. I hate Matt Gregor
the end.