I think its about that
time..
to pull out all the junk
food, including my favorites-
chocolate coverved popcorn,
the tub of cookie dough icecream
with a giant spoon, and left over
pizza. then grab thatbox of tissues.
and rent the notebok. pull out the
diary and rip out all my entries
of y o u. grab my favorite blanket
cuddle up and crawl under
it and cry, cry, and cry. yeah i
think its about that time; that i got my
heart broken, again </3