You know, all this time, all this time that has passed, that has disappeared before my very eyes... All this time I've been sitting here. Feeling sorry for myself. Missing that point in my life. Missing how happy I was with everything. Missing your friendship... And come to find out, you can't even attend a common friends going away party because you don't want to chance seeing me??? You need to get over yourself. You're really not that important. Or that special. I have faith in knowing that I am nothing like you, after all, what kind of a person waits for a holiday to come around to end things. A spineless one, that's what kind. Hey, I've got an idea, send me a post card when you make it to hell. Lest you're there already.
Then send me two.
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