Tuesday, 12 January 2010

One minute I'm a little sweetheart, the next minute you are an absolute creep.

Every conversation, every phonecall, is a battle, and you insist on playing dirty.

Sometimes I don't think we live in the same world.

I don't know what to do about it. It would be very easy to walk away.

We'd both get over it.

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