|Current mood:|| lonely|
|Current music:||all-american rejects|
grr i suck
while you were having fun with your whores, i stayed here listening to the recording of your voice, telling me that sulking won't do. to get up and out is what i need. no emoticon to show the feeling inside me, the door shuts behind you once more. the only way is to decide here and now what happens next. when the clock strikes 5, will you be here?