What a waste of a great number.
Yes... I cried. I cried like a baby. I cried so badly that I had to run out of the car before my mom could tell I was crying.
I cried so much.. just thinking about my crying is making me cry again.
I don't cry... and because of that, once I do... it's hard for me to stop. And then I get tired.
So, I guess the question is: Why are you crying?
well, I'm sure part of it has to do with the PMS... it's what I'll blame it on anyway. But in actuality, it has to do with a certain boy and a certain girl (pssst.... I'm the certain girl). And that..... that makes me feel stupid.
Fuck... now my mascara is running....
1 comment:
I am sorry. I will pray for you.:-(
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