deathcurse219

i'm getting sick and i'm in a crappy mood and i'm listening to country music (the music of pain) and i'm allowed to do this every now and then and why the hell can't i find a decent girl and when i do why does it always end badly and on that note, i'll leave you with these genius words from Rhett Miller:

And I'm tired of makin' friends.
And I'm tired of makin' time.
And I'm sick to death of love.
And I'm sick to death of tryin'.
And it's easier for you
Yeah it's easier for you.
Salome, untie my hands
Well I'll find another lady
And you'll wreck another man.
It's over now, and so are we
My blood's turned to dirt girl
You broke every part of me

forgive me my self-indulgences. i'll have a more promising post tomorrow night.