spill
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
02:02
well, well.
sometimes i wonder why de hell everyf*ckingone thinks you are so nice and perfect.
God, help YOU!
it was good.
we met. we dreamed. we went home.
i always felt home has nothing luring.
surprise, surprise.
home is de shieet laa!
i pity you. and those in that cloud with you.
funny- i actually think he was de better one of you both.
such similar twofaces with varying eyes.
too familiar scents with slight hints.
i am just so glad i went home twice; from meeting him, and after, you.
i am not going out just as yet.
another year or so, like after him.
i will sit at home, enjoy my front and back seat rides with m.o.
plus de other few counts of dickheads.
