2002-09-23 - 10:00 p.m.
i've been here before and i know how the story goes. i don't want to be forced into jealousy. just tell me you hate me and spare me the hurt that comes later on down the road. while i'm wistfully yearning or sentimental for the good times that proceed, i don't think i can bare all of this again.
everything is so conditional. if this happens then this won't or if this doesn't happen then this will. it's purely by chance, you play your hand for all it's worth. however, i always seem to lose at card games.
i despise the fact that i turn myself inside out over something so trivial. i'll give my shout outs and then...1..2...3...bang.
