Friday, December 24, 2004
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My hair is five hundred colors. Literally. I know, I don't return phone calls and I don’t check messages because that would make me feel something like guilty. Instead I make pretend that you don't exist. Sorry I broke your heart. I was too funny and too charming way too fast. You can stop listening right about now because here is where I get half honest. It was a thing of convenience until it got too cold and too far and some other excuses I won't bother to remember. But you see, I planned it quite well because now you have a month to exist to convince yourself of all of the reasons why you should hate me but can't. I'm addicted to stressing myself out (minus the words stressing and out). This really all means I'm selfish but if you had stopped telling yourself otherwise you could have realized that way before hello. Goodbye was overdue, but we can ignore that too. Crazy is another good word but nowadays people think crazy is attractive when all it really is is crazy.
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About Me
- Sixty-Four Dollar Question
- I like run-on sentences and also syntax based loosely on the approved constructs of grammar.
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