Tuesday, Nov. 16, 2004 : The eye moving towards infinity
I was right, for once. I did lose. Invitation to solve the problem.
I sure as hell can't, and neither can he.
Soving the problem seems simple; I'm quite the little whore.
Go me! Today was good, because you weren't there and I was still happy. Reminds you of something, doesn't it? Still, it's not as serious as that, because I'm still fucked up in the head, and like you say; 'What's appealing about that?'
Whatever you think, I do actually love you. I'll be fucked if you understand it at all, but I can't talk, neither do I.
Some people are just the prettiest people. And not pretty like that, like this. All I am is a little girl.
Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: