That’s The Story Of My Life
9 September 2005
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Current Mood:
Are those lyrics to a song? If not, which one am I? Oh, I know, it’s not on the list:
You dropped me and made me look like a wimpy bitch in front of my niece.
Yes, that’s it!
And by the way, who tried to stab you!?!? Someone crazier than I am?!
I heart you!
Ha ha! My own sister tried to stab me! It was baseball bat versus carving knife. There were no winners.
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Hey! I’m not that ugly!
I think drained may have been the wrong word to describe what you were when you wrote this. It implies emptiness. And on this day, you were full to the point of overflowing. I’m scared that I know who I am on this list. And I’m even more scared that I DON’T know. Some days I really miss that tragic romantic, poetic, unjaded high school kid. And other days I know exactly where I can find him.
Well, I guess I was emotionally drained. Worn out more than empty. But your comment is very sweet, thank you. 🙂