that's just how i do it, isn't it.
i always manage to screw things up for myself.
i need to stop talking to you, thinking about the other you and even remember that i know the third you.
and plus, i'm so fucking lonely.
so that's so not helping.
and i can safely say this all started in french this week.
there's no point baiting out my life, because i know that i'll regret it.
then again, i regret everything i seem to do.
i'm so not in the mood to write anymore.
:'(
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