you were always crazy like that
i watched from my window
always felt i was outside looking in on you
you were always the mysterious one
with dark eyes and careless hair
you were fashionably sensitive
but too cool to care
then you stood in my doorway
with nothing to say
besides some comment on the weather
well in case you failed to notice
in case you failed to see
this is my heart bleeding before you
this is me down on my knees And the February angst continues. People are so wrong when they say that when you're in love with someone, you only see the good, not the bad. I've seen the best and worst out of him, and still I liked him. It was still a good thing I didn't cry about the whole thing. That would've been the stupidest thing I ever did. I'm still the same person holding her head high wherever she goes like she didn't give a damn. Like I own every place in the world. And right now, I don't wanna give a damn. I quit this shit. Besides, my moping is wasting away our friendship. All I have to do is to stop being a baby and get over myself. Accept that there are lots of retards in this doggy-dog world. Then I'll be doing the whole world a favor and everyone will be happy. Because if I continued being this whiny bitch, I would never forgive myself. Haaaaaay...I feel better already. Bashing out is a lot of fun. And if things suddenly--or possibly--turned the other way...maybe I'll say yes. I'll say yes in the next life when we are both cats.
Love month is such a motherfucking curse.