Day 20.
I get a little nostalgic after a while. So here’s a song from wayy before I ever had a girlfriend.
Playing this song repeatedly, I wondered how it would ever feel to sing this song to myself post heartbreak.
Now I know.
And work decides to call. On a good note, weather’s good today. Yay.
posted by Poet at
7:38 AM
1 Comments:
O!M!G! GROW! SOME! BALLS! GET! OVER! IT! After 20 days of this shite, I'd be at the altar of a church too...begging God to make you STOP! If you're going to move on, MOVE ON! You act like this has been such a huge hardship for you when you clearly state that you expected to break-up anyway! The thing that's thrown you off is that you got dumped FIRST! So just grow up, grow a pair, get those contacts, stop lamenting over French Lady, MOVE, and stop the depressing "THIS MAKES ME WANNA SHOOT MY BRAINS OUT" crap. Cuz seriously, this made me want to do that! Half of the stuff you complained about didn't even make sense!!
Now I'm going to sleep and I hope I never see anything as depressing and STALKERISH like this again!!
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