faithfully dangerous
Ex-Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 12, 2002
- Messages
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"i'm sorry, you're not my type. oh yeah, and another thing- he's always on my mind."
coffee- black, (no, not "like you like your men")
no cream, no sugar.
plain and simple.
centrum, 'from a to zinc.'
stackers, coffee alone won't get me through this day.
swallow them all whole.
no jokes, i'm not kidding.
"you know, i just can't deal with someone else right now. i know i don't have him, i know he's not mine, but how can i devote my heart to you when it's with someone else?"
there's too many people in this room.
god, couldn't we do this somewhere else?
i like privacy.
heart thumping- i can't distinguish the beats from one another.
"i don't care what it does to me, i gotta stay awake through class. i don't care if you think i smoke too much or if i don't eat enough. i take vitamins."
heh.
i wanted to tell him that he had horrible taste in music.
i don't care if this is college, he should learn how to use an iron.
he convinced me to get a bagel,
so i did.
why am i still here?
i don't even like bagels.
"i can't even look at you, i feel so guilty. i feel guilty because maybe i lead you on, but i never even kissed you."
the same song kept playing itself
over and over and over again
in my head.
on and on
and on and
on-
i hate good charlotte.
but i love this song.
last weekend- i cut my hair.
anything to get my mind off him.
oh that's right,
i've got a class in a few hours.
"you know, i'm sorry, i have to get to class. i really don't want to talk to you ever again, we just don't click. don't even say goodbye to me, just let me walk away."
gathering books, purse.
fumble for cigarette,
yeah so what?
i told him i don't care if he thinks i smoke too much.
hat, gloves, scarf, god it's cold out there.
"oh yeah, another thing. i can't even think about dating someone who doesn't smoke pot"
heh.
i can't get over how shallow that statement was.
i love myself more for saying it.
coffee- black, (no, not "like you like your men")
no cream, no sugar.
plain and simple.
centrum, 'from a to zinc.'
stackers, coffee alone won't get me through this day.
swallow them all whole.
no jokes, i'm not kidding.
"you know, i just can't deal with someone else right now. i know i don't have him, i know he's not mine, but how can i devote my heart to you when it's with someone else?"
there's too many people in this room.
god, couldn't we do this somewhere else?
i like privacy.
heart thumping- i can't distinguish the beats from one another.
"i don't care what it does to me, i gotta stay awake through class. i don't care if you think i smoke too much or if i don't eat enough. i take vitamins."
heh.
i wanted to tell him that he had horrible taste in music.
i don't care if this is college, he should learn how to use an iron.
he convinced me to get a bagel,
so i did.
why am i still here?
i don't even like bagels.
"i can't even look at you, i feel so guilty. i feel guilty because maybe i lead you on, but i never even kissed you."
the same song kept playing itself
over and over and over again
in my head.
on and on
and on and
on-
i hate good charlotte.
but i love this song.
last weekend- i cut my hair.
anything to get my mind off him.
oh that's right,
i've got a class in a few hours.
"you know, i'm sorry, i have to get to class. i really don't want to talk to you ever again, we just don't click. don't even say goodbye to me, just let me walk away."
gathering books, purse.
fumble for cigarette,
yeah so what?
i told him i don't care if he thinks i smoke too much.
hat, gloves, scarf, god it's cold out there.
"oh yeah, another thing. i can't even think about dating someone who doesn't smoke pot"
heh.
i can't get over how shallow that statement was.
i love myself more for saying it.
