I hate that you can have so much in common with someone that hurts you, and you dont want to think about them.. so you end up hating yourself. wtf now...i dont even want to listen to my record collection. and taxi driver is ruined for me.
I stuffed a slice of cheese in my mouth, thought I felt lonely and missed the person that I usually miss. dialed the number..( against my better judgment) I heard the voice, but was sick of it within minutes. Snapped the phone shut, then gave it the finger. When will I experience passion ?