Thursday, August 26, 2010

Going through our things is awful.

The amount of times I've stumbled upon a note of yours that says how blessed you are to have me in your life makes me want to rip my heart out and throw it in a dumpster. I am such an asshole. No, I am less than an asshole. I'm a sore pimple on a dirty rectum. I'm low. I'm down. I'm dirty.

Regrets regrets regrets!

Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Baby, I miss you.