Feb 15, 2009 21:04
I will forget about her.
I will forget about love.
Love is a despicable bastard.
I am a fool for ever falling in love.
Despite all this, I probably won't forget about any of this and will mope around for the next couple of weeks with Feliks laughing behind my back.
I hate life.
i hate life,
!log,
love is an illusion
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What? Love is nothing about breasts. It's about finding the one person who you want to spend the rest of your life with. It's about finding someone who makes you cry with laughter, someone who will accept your flaws and try and bring out the best in you, someone who will sit through anything with you even if they don't want to. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT LOVE IS ABOUT DO YOU? *crys*
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It is about breasts! If you're spending your life with somebody, they should have a decent rack for you to appreciate! What's crying with laughter good for if there's not a soft haven to rest your head? No! It's all about the breasts! That's why your partner is always your BFF, right? Breast friend forever! LOVE ORIGINATED IN KOREA, I KNOW WHAT IT'S ABOUT!
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Why are you so down?
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Have you guys met recently or you just haven't communicated in a long time?
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I guess you can say I'm lucky. I don't wanna be in love. Love makes you weak. And defenseless. I don't want to change myself because of love.
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Talk to me. You're lucky to have me for a friend, as I know a lot about l'amour. While it's not my specialty, I could try my hand at healing broken hearts!
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What kind of relationship did both of you have, anyways?
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amirite or amirite.
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