Today, my first love told me he had read this at his cousin’s wedding. I want to marry him, have this poem read and have his babies.
Going to the Extraordinary Mass = extra big ash cross. Have a fruitful Lent, everyone!
Plain White T’s - Body Parts
About a boy who loses a girl.
It’s quite apt.
Dear Mr Cupid, this is you. For goodness sake, next time, do something with the future in mind! Stop breaking my heart like this.
Currently emitting sigh after sigh.
I goofed up and I deserve this to be happening to me.
Now I have to find a way to get past this week.
If he doesn’t reply my email (which I don’t think he should since I’ve been so mean to him), I’ll just.. move on, I suppose.