This just isn't fun anymore.

I'm sick of fighting EVERY SINGLE TIME we talk. Sharing intimate moments with you, only to turn around and be hard-core rejected the next minute is NOT exactly the way to win me over. Either you want me or you don't, boss.

Make. Up. Your fucking mind.

You'll find that I can be an extraordinary friend. And a mind-blowing girlfriend. But only when I know which one I'm supposed to be.

Until then... don't be surprised when I am unsympathetic to your cause.

i have no idea what you are talking about.

I often refer to "falling in love with internet windows." Considering the lack of success I have had with this phenomenon... I must have subconsciously told myself that phone calls would be different.

My idealism's ability to mask stupidity never ceases to amaze me.