Wednesday, April 27, 2011

I like to imagine that you were happy, happy in a warm way."I don't want to fall for you and this is the only way. I'm sorry. I thought it might work, but I'm not ready. And this new job is next week. I won't ever be around and I don't want to be worrying about a relationship. Go ahead and yell at me, I've already prepared myself for the speel. I know I'm an asshole, but right now I don't care what anyone says. I'm doing my thing. And I'm sorry I led you on. goodnight."

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