I'm laughing 'cause no one, knows the joke is on me.
I so want to write about a lot of fun things...
My Moms' SouthPark addiction.
My A grade in my Psych Midterm.
My love for the movie, Rainman.
My boytoy seatmate in Psych.
My shopping for fall clothes.
The new friend I met on the Subway.
---and so so so much more.
But I can't. I really, really can't. I'm just super sad. I'm just super down. The only thing that keeps me happy right now is PBBCE2, seriously.
Fwakamolly. I hate it! So effin' emo.
I'm not usually like this but this thing is really hard for me.
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
I don't even wanna pretend anymore. I'm sick and tired of it. I don't wanna be the smiling-faced Nadine anymore. I'm sick and tired of it too. Why even be happy-happy when deep inside you're really hurting? It's no different from an actor playing a part that he's not. No different from putting on a show everyday, just to please people. I hate it. I'm so messed up right now.
I've taken the ring off my finger already.
I've stopped waiting for the mailman to come already.
But I still can't take you off my heart, and I still can't stop waiting for your love to come back.