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7:19 p.m. - 2003-05-13 Imagine this scene, you have just told the prettiest/handsomest girl/guy you like them alot, and they say: "oh, thats so sweet/nice'......and you want to get your head lopped off with a wooden cooking spoon. Thats how I feel now. Shot Me on sight America. Shrek wearing black, APB of sorts. All the things I hate about Myself surface, and I feel like shit thrown from a moving car.... Enough of the visuals. WHy do I do this to Myself? Say the wrong things, then regret them later? Why couldnt I just shut up on so many occasions? It would prevent such problems with everyone around me. Friends, and family. Im such a fucktard.
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