thank god for goldfinger, it's keeping the depression from overwhelming me tonight. i spent about an hour jumping through deadjournals to find hers tonight. yeah, i'm vain and i want to know what she said about me. she wants another chance.
she's not getting one. gonna make a clean break this time, gonna get it sorted it out, do it right. get off it for good. the sick boy method? oh it really worked for him didn't it? well he's always been lacking in moral fiber. he knows a lot of sean connery. that's hardly a substitute. will you need one more hit? no i don't think so. for the long hard night that lies ahead? we called him mother superior on account of the length of his habit. but i'm not having another hit.
i need to move on. i'm trying now, because, well shit, if it's easier for you to understand, just think that i hate her. since you think that anyway. oh well. half my friends tell me that she's not good for me and i need to make a clean break, and it's funny all the honesty people are giving me about her now. the other half are beseaching me to take her back one more time. fuckat. if i never see her again, it will be too soon.
