yes you could slit my throat, and with my one last gasping breath i'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt

....i don't know what to say. i'm upset. i hope you're happy. okay, that sounds more bitter than i intended. i'd say "at least you're happy," but i don't know if you are. which is why i hope you are...because i'm not.

i start to trust you, and i just get one giant slap in the face...i guess it is what i deserve for being this naive.

i like you. i want to trust you. i guess you owe me twice now.

if you are reading this, it's about time you know it ~all.
almost three months ago.

on a lighter note, on the way to ratatat. sold out bitches...it should be a blast.