A history of tragedy

I hate Valentine's Day. I always have. There is nothing even remotely redeeming about it. It's a scheme to guilt men into buying shiney baubles for thier girls and to then guilt said girls into giving the guys a little physical attention (based on how much they spent, of course). I mean, really? You need a fucking day to let your significant other know you actually care? What a load of bullshit.

Ugh, I'm depressed as hell today. I miss Angel, this distance shit sucks. All I want is to cuddle up with him and watch a Knight's Tale or Gladiator, something..anything. I'd be content to just lay with my head in his lap and watch him play video games. It's been 4 months since I've seen him last. And I still cry myself to sleep almost every night.

Fuck, I'm off of here for the night. I'm gonna...be bored until Angel calls me back.

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