Saturday, March 26, 2011
Ball Dropped
It kills me to see statements of happiness with not me. I don't want my best friend to hurt one bit, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt me that much more. I'm glad she's having a great time and I wish I wasn't so selfish. That's what kills me. I kill me. The ball was definitely dropped.
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