warpednormal's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the men in my life are still strange training in the sky, a black artist kisses me on the cheek and shows me sketches of his aboriginal friends. you text me that its finally over, but the nights are lonely and the days are worse. like you can't live without her, but i mean, do you have any idea that putting all your pain on me is...just...not..fair? you are single, you say. let's cuddle sometime you say. so why do you still like the hearts she sends you on your wall. er. 10:30 p.m. - 2010-02-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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