Tuesday, December 20, 2005



Today, I fucking hate him. I look at her picture and her cutesy little Myspace comment, and I want to fucking punch him in the face.

My face is red with rage that he could really not see how perfect for him I am. I really am, I swear! He won't get along better with this other girl, or laugh more, or be happier than he could be with me. But he just won't see it. Damn it.

And of course, I'm at work so I have to pretend I'm not fucking insane. That's going... not so hot.

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