so mr grumpy wasnt what i thought he would be. sitting down at the couches, shaking my legs wasnt what i planned. security guard with the shining head rounded so many times (25 in all) while i just stared at his manly shoes. wak wak, he's called, by 3 little girls who proceeded to kiss his hand. little kids interested in the stone sculpture ran around, along with surly looking maids at their tails. the seat wasnt as comfortable, but i didnt care.
i dont know if it was me, your royal suayness.
i dont know how many times i scrunched up my face with tissue for you. worth the tears are you? not a good way to boost your ego, but it'll do. i am sick of this, the exact reason why i didnt want to in the first place. you wont know what im feeling. i dont know whose fault it is, but it's growing, this emptiness.
flea day was something i was looking forward to, being the secondhand queen that i am. that's over, an experience i wouldnt enjoy. i cannot help feeling this way after the insight from your friend. i need my starbucks, lest i start weeping again.
we cant seem to sit beside each other and talk. not anymore, im not sure. sometimes i feel like i cant make you happy and only it can, like the other woman. i have got to stop talking about this. dont want it to turn into a riot.
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