The song says FUCK OFF. You can only "love" from a distance. Sex is for you...sex and nothing but sex. You just had to follow in the footsteps laid out for you; that's how free you are. Again, I'll wave up to you in another 10 or so years. I hope the music (and running between characters created) floats your old boat. Again, the song says FUCK OFF. I've become you in the happiness department. And I'm sick of it and of your excuses; promises broken; and lies.
LOL. You're good, but not that good. I'm quite sure when I'm working 50 hours the first few months I'll meet plenty of nice men. Such a shame that I'll have absolutely NO reason (no man at home) to keep me from dating them:)
LOL. You're good, but not that good. I'm quite sure when I'm working 50 hours the first few months I'll meet plenty of nice men. Such a shame that I'll have absolutely NO reason (no man at home) to keep me from dating them:)
Oh, don't worry; I plan to if there is no man in my REAL life...in the flesh on my porch; in my bed; on the dance floor; at the restaurants; on the beach at night; at music concerts; etc.
Oh, don't worry; I plan to if there is no man in my REAL life...in the flesh on my porch; in my bed; on the dance floor; at the restaurants; on the beach at night; at music concerts; etc.
And you've lied for years about what you were going to do. And you'll have the nerve to blame me for the choice I make very soon. Do you ever own YOUR choices and their conseqences?
And you've lied for years about what you were going to do. And you'll have the nerve to blame me for the choice I make very soon. Do you ever own YOUR choices and their conseqences?
I made one bad choice years ago and have paid for it dearly...more than any friend ever should have to, but I let it go. It's you who can't forgive yourself. And it's you who don't feel good enough for ME. Imagine that. Me? It's almost comical.If I hadn't wasted so much time and energy on NOTHING it would be.
I made one bad choice years ago and have paid for it dearly...more than any friend ever should have to, but I let it go. It's you who can't forgive yourself. And it's you who don't feel good enough for ME. Imagine that. Me? It's almost comical.If I hadn't wasted so much time and energy on NOTHING it would be.
The song says FUCK OFF. You can only "love" from a distance. Sex is for you...sex and nothing but sex. You just had to follow in the footsteps laid out for you; that's how free you are. Again, I'll wave up to you in another 10 or so years. I hope the music (and running between characters created) floats your old boat. Again, the song says FUCK OFF. I've become you in the happiness department. And I'm sick of it and of your excuses; promises broken; and lies.
Rawr! Settle down killer.
Rawr! Settle down killer.
And, NO, you could not do better. You haven't a clue about what and who you lost. Not a clue!
And, NO, you could not do better. You haven't a clue about what and who you lost. Not a clue!
Shuddup. No one has lost anybody. We just like to push each other away sometimes. Good times.
Shuddup. No one has lost anybody. We just like to push each other away sometimes. Good times.
You really are clueless. And see how much you'd enjoy those good times if I had one boyfriend after another. You'll see in time...
You really are clueless. And see how much you'd enjoy those good times if I had one boyfriend after another. You'll see in time...
How's that song go? 'You'll be wrapped around my finger...' Good tune.
How's that song go? 'You'll be wrapped around my finger...' Good tune.
LOL. You're good, but not that good. I'm quite sure when I'm working 50 hours the first few months I'll meet plenty of nice men. Such a shame that I'll have absolutely NO reason (no man at home) to keep me from dating them:)
LOL. You're good, but not that good. I'm quite sure when I'm working 50 hours the first few months I'll meet plenty of nice men. Such a shame that I'll have absolutely NO reason (no man at home) to keep me from dating them:)
Allow me to apologize for the very cruel/mean prostitution comments; it's not easy containing the anger, but that's not an excuse. I'm sorry.
Allow me to apologize for the very cruel/mean prostitution comments; it's not easy containing the anger, but that's not an excuse. I'm sorry.
Date em. Have a ball. Life's too short to spend it alone.
Date em. Have a ball. Life's too short to spend it alone.
Oh, don't worry; I plan to if there is no man in my REAL life...in the flesh on my porch; in my bed; on the dance floor; at the restaurants; on the beach at night; at music concerts; etc.
Oh, don't worry; I plan to if there is no man in my REAL life...in the flesh on my porch; in my bed; on the dance floor; at the restaurants; on the beach at night; at music concerts; etc.
No reason to be angry with me. We all have choices and consequences.
No reason to be angry with me. We all have choices and consequences.
As you should. Good for you! :)
As you should. Good for you! :)
And you've lied for years about what you were going to do. And you'll have the nerve to blame me for the choice I make very soon. Do you ever own YOUR choices and their conseqences?
And you've lied for years about what you were going to do. And you'll have the nerve to blame me for the choice I make very soon. Do you ever own YOUR choices and their conseqences?
Fuck yeah I do. Do YOU? hmmm.
Fuck yeah I do. Do YOU? hmmm.
I made one bad choice years ago and have paid for it dearly...more than any friend ever should have to, but I let it go. It's you who can't forgive yourself. And it's you who don't feel good enough for ME. Imagine that. Me? It's almost comical.If I hadn't wasted so much time and energy on NOTHING it would be.
I made one bad choice years ago and have paid for it dearly...more than any friend ever should have to, but I let it go. It's you who can't forgive yourself. And it's you who don't feel good enough for ME. Imagine that. Me? It's almost comical.If I hadn't wasted so much time and energy on NOTHING it would be.
Apparently I am clueless. Forgive myself for what? Um. I thought we were past all the 'good enough' shit?
Apparently I am clueless. Forgive myself for what? Um. I thought we were past all the 'good enough' shit?