*life, here and there and begging to differ*

okay now, so let's just say i've defended my side... all the cleaning up, clearing up, and fixing did give me angina pectoris. whew, big word for a petite me. the ennui of all it still does mean a lot to me. and even if things are a bit okay, they all fall into certain categories:

»can we still be friends? can we still get together sometime?

okay, well, going out together and having double sundaes and watching spongebob's on the list. i just hate the idea of the bull pizzle being asked out... that just damn slapped me in the face flat. *snicker* although she's, weeeell, pretty... she lacks thingies. oooh, how bitter h.r.h. the queen of naboo is.

»oh, but the thought of letting you go...«

kinda stupid, but i'll NOT forget... that's just a stupid, dumb phrase-outed thingie people try to think it's possible. yeah, cat shit. i won't forget yknoe.. just trying to accept a loss, trying to heal all possible, contradictory, deep wounds this has given me. and oh, the angina pectoris. hooh, big deal. i love repeating that. i still feel a bit bitter.. and if ever he may think that i sound bitter, weeeell, can't do anything about that. it is.

»on krazz16 and pez_o52«

okay, now, who the heck?! what the heck?! heck, heck, heck!ü two new thingies, possible diversions, and points of interest. yihee, something new but on the contrary, an oldie, just upgraded.ü

i still miss, even after the sent items thing and the missing thing.. i just can't count the wrongies.ü
and i still love.

~*princessa