Sunday, July 23, 2006
Tragic. How dearly tragic.Happy 25th, dearest boyfriend (whose balls i so wish to kick right this moment)Suddenly you've become really good at screwing me up. What, does it give you a sense of euphoria to acknowledge the fact that I stayed up bawling my fucking eyes out, having a mere 5h of sleep while you dozed the night away after the hangup?Whatever. What goes around comes around.I memorised, what you said to me
So surprised, it was hell to be
So frustrated with the way we were
Not a single word could make it work
Now look at us today
You blew it away
X O X O; 2:54 pm