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Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again...Marg So how did I spend my Valentine's Day? Watching comedy mobster/hugh grant movies and moving everything out of my bedroom into the guest room so my parents can paint my room. Not bad actually. It wasn't good. But it wasn't bad. I'm not sad anymore. Things are ok. I still feel lonely but that's something that will take some time to get over. Maybe four years. Or maybe just another couple of days. I don't think I really like him anymore. But I know as soon as I start writing that I don't like him anymore, I'll start thinking about him again and start liking him again. Or not liking him. Thinking I like him. Who? I don't know. So it's best not to talk about it at all. Best not to talk about love and stuff like that at all. At least not specifics. Just in general. Love. Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again... |