December 2011
You’re too busy for me, though you know how terribly I need you, but you’re not too busy to spend weekends doing God knows what with the friends you always complained to me about? You may know how much I need you, but I’m not blind. I can see straight through your bullshit. Blame it on the school work, list all your assignments and responsibilities for me. Go ahead. I have no...
It’s your turn to forget now. I still wish you were here.
I just went on a British indie music upload rampage.
God, I’ve been craving a good roll in the hay all week. Now the media is forcing me to hear sexy Scottish singing voices and see Ancient Greek men with no shirts. Seriously now, come on.
