why do we like to torture ourselves with the past? or is just me? it's probably just me. figures. so i was feeling very melancholy tonight, for reasons i don't want to talk about. anyway, in reading some of my old stuff, i came across this heart-wrenching piece. and my mind went to HIM and from then on, i was puddy.
----only a handful of my longtime followers will get the HIM reference. and it's okay, trust me.
the weekend looms, do me a favor, enjoy it.
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2 comments:
No No No!! Don't give HIM another second of your emotional time or energy!
RG- Agreed. My moment of temporary insanity and sappiness is gone. -Thanks RG! :)
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