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Everytime I Think About Your Voice.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Well, you really screwed up this time.Shut up. That's what you always say.
And?
Yeah, okay. I get it. I screw everything up. I make it all about me.
You think?
Yeah, really.
What's with that, though! You'll do anything for her, now! What about yourself? Me! Us.
Us? The only us around here is me and her. Of course I'd do anything for her.
But, why!
Because she means more than anything.
Wouldn't have picked it. But you take it way too far! To the point where you don't get the things you need to done.
The only thing I need is her, nothing else matters.
Oh, bullshit. What about your future? What if she decides she doesn't want you anymore.
Well then, that's my fuck up, isn't it? My own bad luck. That's really nothing less than I deserve.
Why do you think so little of yourself?
Because. Don't you ever shut up?
Don't you?
Smart ass.
Likewise.
Get out of my head.
Goodnight.
Weekend wasn't too bad. Paige and Zoe's party was awesome.
Watching the street racers warm up was pretty hectic. Just you wait until I have my licence. Just you wait.
Mamma Mia in the park was funfun. :) Believe me when I bet you, kids.
Sleeping at Paige's was hilarious. Stupid cuddly sleeper!
today was hot and bother-y, but overall fun.
History essay tomorrow. Got that done.
Never did that science or math homework, though.
Screwed.
Reminder: Everything is not about me. Get over yourself, Amy.