
twenty-three.
wreckless.

title: mental. absolutely mental.
big brawl over alittle misunderstanding, over.. skype. ridiculous. well sigh. i get really frustrated that when things really go wrong i can only type it out. i want to talk, or sit down and settle issues out. lay them down and out one by one. everytime we argue, i'll always break a little inside. i'm pretty much shattered. i'll always snap and go oh shit what the fuck am i doing. anyways. here's the online line up. day one - dinner with your family. day two - visits to two important places. day three - hmm let's stretch this to day four. day five - breakfast, movies, lunch, movies, sunset over champagne and chocolate, late nights. day six - pending. day seven - sounds like it's the BEAT! day eight till you leave again. i'll still want to have you. day in day out, night in night out. ilysm. its friggin 534am in the morning. oh what fuck. leave me out this month, i'm as dry as autumn. fuck right? right. shaa. |