Wednesday, June 22, 2011

It's like, I like myself a lot, but somehow I let other people do this to me. It shouldn't be surprising. It's surprising to no one but me. I knew we would finish the wine. I still can't let myself say anything. Maybe with some whiskey. Maybe if I get drunk I can say things. Everyone is the wrong person right now. Dee and I were going throw a party. This sounds unrelated but it's not.

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