don't think about me
with a door bell ring.
it makes me wish
for to be deaf.
i hate those
stupid
stupid
stupid
stupid
stupid
stupid
country songs.
every
single
goddamned
ONE.
about burnt cakes
and damaged goods
and loving him anyway.
i want to vomit in your volvo.
i would rather eat a
hamburger
than have you think of me.
Love aint the answer, nor is work. The truth eludes me so much it hurts, but I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key,I'm a twentysomething and I'll keep bein' me
6.15.2008
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