you really do a lot to me and i don't know how to handle it all.
you make me so fucking angry, but yet you make me fall in love with you.
i hate the way you handle things and in the same breath i like it.
wow, i'm a little more fucked than i thought i was.
i think i need you to make the effort, my lovely.
i'm done with that.
the invitation is at your door now and you will choose what to do with it.
i will be waiting for the 8th of January.
i won't remind you.
i want you to remind me that you're coming.
we havn't spoken in a while and i don't think you miss me half as much as i miss
that is a fucking fact.