I HATE YOU.
right at this moment, i really do. so smug, because you never do ANYTHING dumb when you're high, DO YOU? Screw you. I came for you. But if you're gonna be a prick, fine. I don't need it... you.
Ok... now that it's been explained a bit... (not by you)... I don't mind being called the antichrist. And I'll agree, cuz i do turn into a freak when i'm drunk. Hence not doing it much. That was only what, the 3rd time michelle's seen me drunk? not bad, all told. So i guess i'm not so mad... maybe just a little now... And i guess that's just a sort of smoldering resentment brought on by the initial rage.
Come on in, don't cop out, crawl from the cancer to land on your feet and you're crazy to want this, even for a while...
Now that you've all been thoroughly confused, I've got my phone back :) same number as last time :)
Ok, guess i don't hate you at all, in any way... damn me. damn you! wow, back to my habit of screwing myself over. thought we were over that.
Doesn't matter. not everyone has the same interests, so i'm not bothered and you shouldn't be either. assuming you know.
Word of the day, children: en-cryp-tion!
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Listenin' to
Thinkin' about
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