i'm fine. say goodbye. no, why would i be upset? no really i'm fine. goodnight. smile. close window. routine? yes, routine. that is exactly what goes on every single night when i hear the dreadful words "i. need. to. go." go where? no you're actually where you always were, just someone better on the other side. and i'm not even talking female. and because of the fucked up reason of being a better friend than a girlfriend, i can't puke my lungs out having a screamdown while trying to convey how absolutely cold it is around here. with all the insecurity that is eating my insides and the lack of a fraction of you, i really am going to have wonderful holidays. curiosity killed the cat. remind me never to go back to your facebook, or mention a certain someone again. your defence is like a murdermob to my already paperheart, your enlightenment of a female specimen incinerates me. yes, i'm being a bitch. and the contradiction: i totally understand where you're going with this.