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the crying game
...written on 2005-06-18, @ 12:32 p.m.
Maybe tomorrow morning I’ll wake up without a trace,
forget your name, your kiss, how I felt in your last embrace –
not remember your touch, your lips – not even your face.
I finally broke down and cried, but I don't think it was because of the *rejection factor* . . .
Stupid girly post-PMS hormones?!!? I was listening to the My Sassy Girl theme song, and of course thinking about the entire story line - you know, how the girl acts so mean to the boy, and how she's just really hurting inside - yeah, I bust out yo.
As in like - not the quiet whimpering girly crying, but like the five-year-old-who-fell-down - WAAAAAHHHH!!!! kind of crying.
Aiya. I hate fucking chick hormones.
That, and I was rethinking about a lot of my past relationships, how I would abuse them so much . . . and yeah.
Blah I tell you!?!? BLAH!??!!?
This is a good idea that I'm taking a break.