I keep telling myself that I can't be certain things.

Maybe I can.

and you don't know, but if anyone can say anything that might make me feel better.
it's you.

if we were in the same town, its one of those things, I would go to see you.

maybe we'd work together.

I just don't know what to do or say

I wish that I had something.

sling a sullen sign saying "Single" around my sorry sunken neck

and with all the things we've left ( Read more... )

so now I've moved you from "people worth talking to" to "stupid ex boyfriends" on my msn list. And I think I'll keep you there, as a treasure and a gift of all those things I loved ( Read more... )

hehehe. my internal monologue just referred to my teeth as "furry fangs".

I have an almighty shiner on my right eye. And I have begun accepting the fact I'm going to look stupid and have people averting their eyes from me for a few weeks. Going to the supermarket last night left me laughing my arse off at the idiocy and judgementalism of strangers. I thought this was fucking Sydney. I thought these dickheads didn't ( Read more... )

hates you and is gonna do something about it.