i have this phobia/semi-belief that i am forgettable.. so i find it incredibly flattering when people remember me.

except for like now, when i can’t do anything about it. if you could just forget that i existed? because bringing it up again teases me that maybe, just maybe i was actually good enough. and that maybe i got fucked over.

on a side note, i hate it when Yank shops, because then i start to want to shop too. and then i start buying things. when i’m supposed to be saving. damn her.

~ by manjamanis on December 2, 2009.

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