Sunday, August 24th 2005

I'll forgive what you say to me if you forget the things i confess to you when i'm drunk. This time the ultimatum only works out on one side. Your music is too loud and you're not supposed to look at me like that. I forgot i only told you to stop inside my head. Your lies are too bitter yet you cant stop telling them (or tasting them) From now on i'm writing my own love stories.