one, two, three, four
tell me that you love me more
sleepless, long nights
that was what my youth was for
oh teenage hope arrive at your door
left you with nothing
but they want some more
you're changing your heart.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
i'm sulking. it's an awesome sunday and i'm busy SULKING. wtf!
i just can't seem to get over the past. and i (yes, ME) love to dig it up.
it's like stabbing myself in the gut and then TWISTING the knife. GRAH RAH BRA. i thought that was funny, but then WHY AM I NOT LAUGHING?!
okay like WTH is wrong with me. WHY WHY WHY can i not let it go?
i always ALWAYS ask myself, how much happier you were with her, and i wonder to myself if everything you say to me is a load of bullshit. i just find it soooo soooo hard to believe just because i truly believe that she was the one.
OKAY WTH. i think no one should be reading my blog or reading my post and i should just jump off my bed and plomp myself in front of the telly with melted marshallows in front of me.
UP, UP AND AWAY
or maybe down, down?
pau
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