September 16, 2009
I rub my eyes and mascara bleeds into my eyes. Smears, more like. I haven't been crying I've been crying sort of. Allergies? Does that excuse work? I wish I hadn't seen you so much today. You ought to know to stay away. Stay the hell away, as I'm sure you would say. And I do, I try to, I do. But I know you don't and really, man, why not. You only destroyed my concept of love and relationships. You only made me feel horrible for like a week. Why stop now, why not stop appearing to me everywhere.