...and i'm waiting for a second hand pick-me-up.
what is wrong with me?
what the fuck is WRONG WITH ME?
argh, urgh. get out my head. seriously, i'd put my hand through my ear and pull my brain out if i thought it would help.
nameless boy aka sam? turns out he's abit of a player. in my fucked up way, that's made me respect him more. aha. i can see myself liking him, but i'm not gonna be able to meet up with him 'til after i come back from skiing. oh well. once again, watch this space.
i'm such a mess.
i'm gonna break your little heart,
watch you take the fall,
yeah, well done. congratulations. no do you feel like fucking off? but wait, i don't want you to. i want things back the way they were, after enigma boy but before this whole mess. but that isn't going to happen if we can't forgive each other. i know you can't, so why am i wasting my time?
i don't know. i said i'd never talk about you again. i want my bracelet back. i'm so glad you don't read this.
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