what the actual fuck.
I feel like shit. Migraine, sore throat, coughing, and running nose. Fuck this shit.
Posts tagged and.
Take it back. Take it all fucking back.
I don’t want to reminisce on your shit anymore. I don’t want to think about what you said. I don’t want to be reminded of everything. Do something to take every fucking thing away. Please, I’m begging you. Let me forget you.
There are something I never want to know the answer to.
So please, God, be careful on me?
Once a cheater, always a cheater.
When will you learn your lesson?
This has been in my inbox for a little while, not because I can’t decide on ONE specific memory, but because it hurts, yet it makes me smile thinking about it.
Well, anon, my favorite memory with my ex..
After watching a movie at the Metreon in downtown SF, we went to a gazebo kinda thing right in Yerba Buena, across the waterfall/fountains. It had some Christmas lights on it and we were pretty much alone, with the occasional passersby.. And he took out his iPhone, picked a song, put one headphone in my ear and in his, and he danced with me. I loved it. It was so perfect. It was everything. No guy has ever done that with me, or nothing remotely close. I say that I may be the most anti-cliché person you’ll ever meet, but honestly, that night was perfect. I couldn’t have asked for more.
