give me my money back, gimme my money back you bitch.. I want my money back..

Remembering hurts. The worst thing is that he's become a habit.. I'm always thinking, oh, Bill will like that, and, I'll have to remember to tell Bill about that. And then I remember. And I HATE it. And I hate myself for it. I want to be stronger, I want to flush him out of my system.

Oh, if Jet Li is looking for a big white chick with tits the size of his head, can you direct him my way?

things have changed

I wrote this the last time. Now he does have my money. Yes, I'm a fool, no, you don't need to tell me.

Ben Folds blues

I'm not Ben Folds so
I don't have the perfect song
for you and if I did
would it matter?
'cause I already know
it's not my fault and
I already know
it doesn't help but
you maybe don't know
you left when I needed you most
you left when I needed you most and
that's where I have trouble, yeah
that's why I'm still angry
you don't have my money..
the t-shirt is orange..
you only stomped on what I protected
from everyone but you

search terms in my referral stats--um?

"ambisexual fuck"
"jeffrey's ass"
"sexy feet"

Me am confuse-ed.

eeeeeeeeegad.. whine, whine.

Oh Great Hoo-Hoo, please help me through this..

I am so lonely and depressed right now. I'm thinking it's not as bad as the first time he dumped me.. but in a way it's worse. Because.. okay, then I was so mad at him. Now I am angry with myself. Fool me once, shame on you.. fuck me over twice, shame on me.

And I have this song from Blood Dolls repeating in my head (I love that movie. Love it, love it, love it. No idea why..)..

Pain.. love is pain..
Pee ay eye en pain

Arrgh.