when he took me to cheekwood and didn't say a word during the hour and a half hike, i knew something was weird. when i played my favorite song with him in the car and he'd fallen asleep, i was annoyed. and when he got out of my car and waved goodbye pathetically and said "i'll see you later" i knew it was over.
but when he said "I'm attracted to you, but i don't feel that 'spark' and i just enjoyed making out'? i wanted to fucking rip his throat out.
i knew better.
Monday, September 26, 2011
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i will rip his throat out...cook it, then feed it to our cats. the end.
ReplyDeleteonly if he makes me cry again, k?
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