 fret for your figure and fret for your latte and fret for your lawsuit and fret for your hairpiece and fret for your prozac |
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fret for your figure and fret for your latte and fret for your lawsuit and fret for your hairpiece and fret for your prozac |
| sighxamillion |
28th Oct, 2005 8:44:07 pm - Subscribe |
| I'm so FUCKING PATHETIC. I don't know him as well as I should. I'm jumping in. I don't know a motherfucking thing about him except that he likes Tool, he can NOT talk about his feelings and that his parents like sewing and fishing. Why is it that when he tells me to go live with him, I find myself adhering and saying... "If I had the money..." Why does he make me feel this way? Why do I wake up at 5 am, and feel absolutely no purpose, other than to talk to him? Why do I always feel like his head is on my pillow, next to mine? Why do I trust him like this? Finger deep in the borderline. Show me that you love me and that we belong together Relax, turn around and take my hand. God! |
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| mood: confused music: stinkfist// tool |
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tahksik |
October 28th, 2005 |
| I love that song! heehee! Why don't you wanna trust him? I mean, trust helps. I've never seen it hurt anyone before. |
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| tales |
October 28th, 2005 |
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| I have, plenty of times. I think it's called... "Child molestation". |
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david |
October 28th, 2005 |
| Yea thats a tool song. Nice template btw. | ||
| tales |
October 28th, 2005 |
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| XD thanks. | ||
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