And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Wednesday, February 4
What the fuck is wrong with me? I wish to God I know nuts. This frigging green monster inside me is killing me. Shut up shut up shut up Sam. Stop whining like an annoying bitch. I wish I didn't know. If I didn't, I wouldn't feel as bad as this. Oh come on, don't be a wet blanket. Come on, you should be happy for him. Ok, yes, I am. I definitely am. But why do I feel like this? I'm feeling like what I did. I hate this. Hate hate hate this.