Why does she feel the need to call me on the excat day that I have decided that I am not going to care anymore? She has some sick, twisted sense that allows her to know the moment that my scars have healed enough to allow me to move on...and she calls...and tears them all open again...
Like ruining all my favorite places with her memory...or causing me to cringe at all my favorite music because it has some connection to her...or my favorite shirt that hangs in the closet because she bought it for me...like all that isn't enough...she feels the need to call and "remind" me that I am not healed...
How am I supposed to sell couch insurance now? I mean who wants to buy couch insurance from one who drinks Jack D straight from the bottle?
Like ruining all my favorite places with her memory...or causing me to cringe at all my favorite music because it has some connection to her...or my favorite shirt that hangs in the closet because she bought it for me...like all that isn't enough...she feels the need to call and "remind" me that I am not healed...
How am I supposed to sell couch insurance now? I mean who wants to buy couch insurance from one who drinks Jack D straight from the bottle?
jivesucka52:
That's awesome. Who wants to learn english from the guy who smokes bowls outside your house. Hahaha. That's me. Great one!