mlady_france
The Bitch Card
- Joined
- Mar 7, 2005
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Okay, I'm feeling totally down and bumded out. Isn't it amaizing how you can be on top of the world and some one, who knows just how to do it, can bring you crashing down to reality? Why is it that I always pay so much attention to the one who hurts me the most. Why do I still fucking care? Why should I feel bad for making plans with my friends over some one who didn't have the corage or respect for me to tell me the truth until he crush my world and distroyed almost every dream I had. Why is it that now, when I find I'm actually happy, that some one out there cares, that some one out there has gotten me to open up, come out of my shell, really be me for the first time, I find him in the most impossible place? Why can't I kick off this funk that bastard put me in?
Okay, done ranting.
Okay, done ranting.