Sorry

I'm An Idiot.

I Should have Known You Wouldn't Reply To That.

And Now I'm Sitting Here.

Unsure Of What To Say.

Unsure If There Is Anything I Can Say.

And You Continue To Ignore Me.

It's Not Like You Didn't Get The Message.

I Sent In On Face Book.

And I Text It.

And Yet I'm Still Sitting Here.

Unsure Of How To Talk To You.

Unsure Of If You Want To Talk To Me

I Just Did Something Stupid.

I Sent The Message.

I Followed My Horoscope.

I Made His Come True.

And Think I Made A Fool Of Myself.

Way To Go D!

You Showed Common Sence You Can't be Taimed!

Hair!

I Dyed It!

It's Back To A Boring Old Colour.

PURPLE!

I Have No Idea Why I'm Writing About This In All Honesty.

This Whole Zodiac Thing Is Killing Me.

Trying To Follow It.

But It's not Fun.

It Say's On The 6th "He Feels The Same Way" For Mine.

And "Check Your FB Messages" For His.

So Basically I'm Going To Have To Come Up With A Message Worth The Zodiacs Writing About.

Fun.

Seriously?

Please Tell Me "That" Is Not The Reason You Ditched Me?

It Looks Like Orvil And Sloth From The Goonies Lovechild!

And Please Tell Me The Whole "I Love It When You Like It" Thing Wasn't Aimed At It?

ITS F.B-RAPING YOU!

If Thats What Your Into, Not Only Am I Too Good For You,

But You Should Think About Going To Washington And Filling In For Mr. Hands.

Sweet Dreams

I Hate It When You Have Dreams About Love When Your Single.

When Your Asleep.

Your Mind makes Up For What Your Missing.

You Feel The Warmth Of Those Embraces.

You Taste Those Kisses.

You Wake Up.

Your Lifes Shit.

You Try To Go Back To Sleep.

Try To Go Back To The Dream.

But Its Gone.

Shnowwwwww.

Hate It.

It's Cold.

It's Wet.

It's Like The Frozen Equivelent Of Sand.

(Gettin' In EVERYTHING!)

And Yet, I'm Going To Go Out In It Tonight.

The Things I Do To Stop Cabin Fever.

Don't Comment On My Post's.

We're Clearly Not Friend's.

I Hate It When You Like It.