Please ignore the spelling mistakes, I am a typing machine!
I thought about it last night, I thought maybe i would go and throw rocks at your window. And you would peak down, and i would smile up at you. I know it could go more then one way, but i knew you would probably let me in. And we would talk, and i would let you tell me about how sometimes it's just so hard and your miserable. And it would be wrong of me, because it makes me feel better to know your just as crazy as everyone else. Then i would get on my bike and ride home as fast as i could down that hill that sepreates out naighborhoods. And tonight maybe i could sleep for more then an hour at a time, and maybe i wouldn't stare at the roof and wonder about you and me and him and them and her and im and him and her and you. Mainly you. And how im lieing and my teeth hurt and all of this was in some way a lie. I would never throw rocks at your window. The rest was mostly true. But i think about me more then you, And i think about her and him more then you too.. Sometimes.. nevermind there are too many varibles to this.
Me > you, Expect for when You > him, Then its more then You > me > Him. And sometimes, rarley, but sometimes it Him leading to you > Me. I wonder if anyone even kind of understands what im saying. And sometime's when i see Her, It turns in to Her Vs. Me > Him + You = me decided i should just drink whiskey instead of thinking about things. Wait -- Now im confused too...
OH AND My horoscope is correct again, obviously.
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“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”