he's busy during lunch on thursday. detention, hah. i asked about friday, he said, "k we'll see." i'm making this a lot more awkward than it needs to be, but why change who you are? oh, right.
all signs are pointing to vs. let's just get this over with.
either way, i'm gonna get hurt. i'm liking these odds. i mean, aren't you? when you're guaranteed a loss, you can do anything without worrying about screwing it up. fuck winners, fuck heroes. at this moment i am mrs. tyler durden. i'm not even the biggest loser in these parts, i'm just barely beyond mediocre is all. and i'm pretty fucking pissed off about it. nobody fucks with fight club.
trying to calm down my terrified heart. i'm all teeth and make-up, no substance whatsoever.
why don't you love me?
well honey, he makes me sad
- April 17, 2008
- RosesAtSunset
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