why do people sometimes have such set notions of what constitutes love, or like? it's a messed-up world.
i don't even wanna go on msn; i don't think you'll be there, but i don't even wanna talk to you today.
how could you do such a thing to me now that school's starting again?? i'm on the ivle page but i don't even wanna look at it, i don't even wanna click on it, and all i wanna do is to think of you, think of you 'til you sneeze your head off. or are you already? i'm sorry...