Mar 29, 2006 01:27
And at Waffle House...I pour out my tiney little soul and get nothing.
I would give anything.
ANYTHING.
To have things back the way they were...but obviously...
I'm full of wasted emotion.
I'm drinking some tequila and coke. I feel it in my stomach. I hope I throw up heavily. And cry. You have no idea how bad I want to fucking cry.
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