love is a game for 2.
for i told myself never to be untrue.
sometimes i wonder,
at times i ponder.
words said,
are they repetition?
are they said under the effects of alcohol?
crabs.
she must be thinking,
why ever get tied down at this age.
i thought,
it was different, but nahx.
omg,
i fucking miss her!!!
hahahahha!
crap,
why am i lying to myself?
do i need her?
maybe.. probably.. not...
do i want her?
maybe.. probably.. no...
do i love her?
maybe.. probably.. *keep guessing*
fading away; 11:09 PM
