Monday, October 16, 2006
I'm clueless.
So, she blames it all on me.
Pardon me, but you didnt really brought up an angel yourself.
He is so besotted with me, hence it's my fault?
You're a prize bitch
and it goes without saying.
And Baby died through my bedroom window.
It's incredulous.
A furry, jovial and eccentric cat laying motionless,
hard as an erection.
I keep making up deeath scences, each horrid and morbid
than before.
It's sad.
Louis, Louis, Louis.
The despondent revelation is pale in contrast with my loss.
The enormity what you're going through makes myself feel
ridiculous over the tumultous tears I shed for my loss.
I'll remember you in my prayers.
♥XOXO