thank you for five wonderful months. sorry love comes with a price.
i'll always love you, i'll definitely dream of you, and i will force myself to live without you if thats what you really want.
looking at your pictures disgusts me. i'm surprised it does. i'm surprised i'm squeezing my "Kiss me" valentine's day-esque puppy from you and feeling my stomach churn as i flip through pics of you and us on my ipod that make me sick. i'm surprised our songs have no affect on me.
i'm very impressed that i haven't contemplated suicide.
then again, this is the first night.
good luck with everything. i'll be accepting refunds, but only for so long.
Listening to: follow you into the dark. deathcab. (irony!)