it's fucking official. after things i found out last night, i'm dying andSHE can disappear from the face of the earth. why can i never meet someone who isn't afraid to tell the truth, and when they do it wouldn't slowly kill me?
stillifegaijin:
please send email explaining this mess...whatever it is i'm sorry...i put nothing past THEM...maybe make up eats your fucking brain...well, at least your heart.