May. 17, 2004 - 2:50 p.m. Tell me you think I'm fat. Tell me you think I'm stupid and unfunny and really quite smelly. Tell me that all along you were using me to get back at Jana for dating someone else. That I was a distraction for you while you waited for her to make up her mind. Tell me I was terrible in bed. That you hated every sound I made. That you hate my cooking and my conversation was banal and lame. Make me believe that every minute you spent with me was like walking on broken glass. With bees in it. And the bees were mad and had metal teeth that were jagged. And rabies. Now I'm just getting silly. Just tell me you hate me so that I can hate you and move on. That would be so much easier. old bitching - random - new bitching Brave New World - nearly done! Sounds Like: no music today. my head hurts too much. Feels Like: I'm walking on that glass with bees in it 0 fussbugets said... |
� new � old � favourites � cast � guestbook � 24" waist questions � notes � profile � diaryland � weirdo searches � the movie list � goals n wishes � me me me � exploding dog � private � guestmap � diaryrings What's Wrong With Alice? last five entries: |