Which came first, the music or the misery?
Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable, or miserable because I listened to pop music?
On to the music now. Tell me, am I right to think that there could be nothing better than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?
Just for the hell of it, check all that apply.
He messaged me on MSN and said he feels like we're getting divorced. Completely out of nowhere... but hey, it's not like he's just oh, my best friend moving off to Switzerland and cutting off virtually all contact except snail mail which will only exist on his terms or anything. Might I be hurt? Even if he tells me repeatedly he's not trying to escape? I can't help but feel abandoned. It's ironic, because I probably would've married him if he'd have ever actually let himself recieve love. Funny. Ha-fucking-ha.
I'm tired with love right now, but it's all I can think about and I would give anything to be able to just focus on something else. Even for just one day. It's goddamn exhausting. Right now, I just want to find a fellow cuddlewhore to snuggle with. I'll be taking applications starting ...now.