this one isn't planned.
but some of you should read into it.
i'm tired of being single - you aren't doing a very good job of fixing that.
i've decided some of my friends have been pretty sucky lately.
i don't think it's my fault, but knowing this week, it probably is.
things need to be talked about, but i'll let you get on that - i'm not jumping to the rescue anymore.
i'm not a crutch - stop leaning on me.
i'm human. i have feelings too.
i wish we would exist at school.
i've realized that he's perfect and way out of my league - and so are you. things have really bad timing.
there's no karma to bite me in the ass.
it was all used up last year.
what's going on?
maybe they aren't fake - maybe ...
well, you can be sometimes, too.
i've listened to every death cab for cutie album 4 times through over the last two days.
i really wish you would stop trying to make things happen between you and i. i'll except my knight in shining armour and nothing less.
and maybe if someone would stop and think that the jokes you make aren't funny anymore, things might be different.
but no one has, and it never stops.
ten bucks says none of you will read this and give me the reaction i'm looking for.
another five says you might.
quit pushing me to do something i'm a)not ready to do and b)just plain don't want to.
it's a not a laughing matter.
and it's none of your business.
i'll do it on my own time.
stop joking about him, too.
and you're insensitive.
you don't realize it.
of course you don't.
you are the world.
I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FUCKING MOON ANYMORE.
i was a band-aid for your hurts.
where was your band-aid for mine?
on the phone with him.
or out with her.
or jealousy fits too.
i don't like green anymore.