The question is this, why the hell do I do things that I know I shouldn’t and swallow all the fucking pride I had left. Why, why, why. WTF! WTF! WTF! I. am. doomed. I am always the loser. You win. You happy now? I love-hate-miss-despise you idiot!!
I need to be on that boomerang again so I could scream so hard.
Waaaah!! champagne supernova is playing! Perfect timing. Cheesy mushy mode on.
How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?