Around 3AM I woke up and wrote my maid of honor speech for my sister’s wedding. Her wedding isn’t until September 2011. This is in no way unusual to me, I rarely get a full night’s sleep.
“We don’t have an “anniversary” and that’s ok with me. As far as I’m concerned that means life didn’t start until you.”
My Papa: “…yes, but a man will do anything for a pretty girl like you.” Me: “Only if I let him.”
Same old, same old. My problems never change, they just come and go.
A Lil' Something to Remind Me...
“it was a a ruse, a long drawn out excuse to get me-now let me call you out-call the shots, because now I feel so used and you got plenty of news, to entertain on the road I don’t want to hear it again, shared from the mouths of your friends Thought it was the life, with you I had it so right But you’re just lies, strung through my head running through my life again.”
It’s called hostility, and I’m flattered