i love him,
i love him,
i love him...




dum de dum de dum

So?

What's it to you anyway?

You're too d**n F***ed up you think you own everything and everyone... You're trying everything to control things, manipulating even the the slightest of occurences just so you'd feel some semblance of security.

News flash: you don't have control over my emotions and I don't give a d**n whether you want ME to love HIM or not. Notice that? ME and HIM, not you... We're three separate entities, if you still fail to notice?

Are you that far off the earth's sphere you don't even know what boundaries mean?

I can just imagine what a control freak you are.

No let me take that back.

I don't even need to imagine.

What's happening now is one sure indicator of how sick you really are.

I love him, I love him, I love him.

ninner, ninner, ninner...

i don't know which is funnier: the fact that they're all going around in circles as to who you really are... or the fact that I can't wax poetic about you fully because they might focus their lenses on you instead of the one they're hovering on now.

i miss you heaps.

that's the closest to a rhyme i can muster.

love ya.

err...

miss ya.



sheesh...  can i just hug you, kiss you, go all diabetic on you?

you make me oh so squiggly, squishy, and oh-so-corny.

but i love every bit of it.

and i love every bit of you.


miss you.