All there is left to do is run.

 So.
Lover boy is getting married. Great, right?
Even then he sends me mixed messages.

"You’re very important to me. I would really like it if you would come to my wedding. It would mean a lot to me."

Right? Isn’t that like saying "I love you, come to my wedding." I wanted to drop kick his head.
He even offered airfare and hotel stay. REALLY? Why the HELL do you want me to go that badly?
He’s still sending me a invite I guess, I and I think I’ll die.
Really.

He’s mine.
Stupid bitch.

I hate this. I don’t know how to feel. I know haven’t written in this for a while.. but that’s because things are GOOD and I don’t need to write it out. If things get ick again, I probably will start writing. It’s a good way to let my ~ out. 
Yeah, my ~ out. 

So.

Adios.

Taylor Swift- Love Story 
cory doctorow.