She said 'ive gotta be honest you're wasting your time if your fishing round here.' I said 'You must be mistaken im not fooling, this feeling is real.' She said you've gotta be crazy, what do you take me for some kind of easy mug.' You've got wits, you've got looks, you've got passion but i swear you've got me all wrong. I'll be true, i'll useful, i'll be cavalier, I'll be yours my dear and ill belong to you, if you just let me through. This is easy as lovers go so dont complcate it by heasitiating. This is wonderful as loving goes. This is tailor made, whats the sense in waiting? And i said:
'I've gotta be honest, ive been waiting for you all my life.'
Im having the worst day ever. I haven't blogged in ages, i hate not having a laptop and i hate living in this house, and working a crappy 9-5 dead end job and i hate feeling so lonely all the time. I hate not being noticed and i hate crying and i hate how curly my hair is naturally. I hate rain, and i hate wind and i hate being cold. I hate the song thats just come on my ipod, i hate having no-one to talk to, although this is partially my fault due to the fact i hate people knowing how i feel. I hate that this crappy blogger app doesn't have spell check and that it probably wont post this unless i try 20 times.
I just didnt realise that we could save you, youre bitter cause you lost out, so why dont you sit this one out, its better if you let go than taking the easy way home.
Listening to this song and crying on a saturday night, what a life.
You have no idea how utterly rediculous I am.
On the plus side, I just figured out how to blog using the proper blogger site, hooray for html.
If I listen to any more luke pickett I am going to commit suicide.
Never ever again am I going to not be safe, this is where it leaves you, an emotional wreck, this is like 20 periods all at once. I hope every male that reads this smiles to themselves and congratulates themselves on not being born with a womb.
'I've gotta be honest, ive been waiting for you all my life.'
Im having the worst day ever. I haven't blogged in ages, i hate not having a laptop and i hate living in this house, and working a crappy 9-5 dead end job and i hate feeling so lonely all the time. I hate not being noticed and i hate crying and i hate how curly my hair is naturally. I hate rain, and i hate wind and i hate being cold. I hate the song thats just come on my ipod, i hate having no-one to talk to, although this is partially my fault due to the fact i hate people knowing how i feel. I hate that this crappy blogger app doesn't have spell check and that it probably wont post this unless i try 20 times.
I just didnt realise that we could save you, youre bitter cause you lost out, so why dont you sit this one out, its better if you let go than taking the easy way home.
Listening to this song and crying on a saturday night, what a life.
You have no idea how utterly rediculous I am.
On the plus side, I just figured out how to blog using the proper blogger site, hooray for html.
If I listen to any more luke pickett I am going to commit suicide.
Never ever again am I going to not be safe, this is where it leaves you, an emotional wreck, this is like 20 periods all at once. I hope every male that reads this smiles to themselves and congratulates themselves on not being born with a womb.
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