zaterdag, december 09, 2006

Even though i had an Idol allfuckingover me last night, all i wanted to do was dance with my girlfriends.

Boys are so out of fashion.

And unlike 3/4 tights, they should never be revived.

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I looked at you and i know i've already let go of that kernel of hate, disappointment and anger.

I looked at you and just felt sorry.
Because i see you laughing it up as you pretend to have a good time.

I know because i used to live the same life.

As much fun as nursing a broken heart was,
the late night beach runs,
the shut-out-the-world with my iPods,
drowning in song after love song,
the crying myself to sleep/to bathe/to eat,
just trying to get from sun up to sun down;

somewhere, somehow, the hurting stopped.



And i wanna thank you,
for putting me through one of the darkest periods of my life.





She-who-shall-not-be-named jogged my memory last night;
Yes, i see it now.

i think its 4:37 p.m. now

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