|Current mood:|| aggravated|
|Current music:||could it be any harder, the calling|
could it be any harder?
i hate getting my hopes up just to get shot down. sure. we haven't talked yet, but i pretty much know the outcome. i'm so stupid. he loves her. i knew that. so why did i even... *shakes head* i'm worthless.
*grabs a bottle of whiskey, and goes to my dance studio*
if anybody needs me for some odd reason, you know where to find me.