| | Hi, my name is Rusty.
I'd love to stop coughing every few moments.
I'm pretty fed up with this week, and am most certainly glad it's about over and I can't put it all behind me.
It pretty much sucks anymore, being the person that I am
I'm so caring, I'm always there
I put my heart out there, on the line
And for what?
To get shit on, that's right
To get shit on
I give up, I guess
I'm so ready to go home, be around the people who know me and love me
See some familiarity, clear my head
Hopefully come back here with it on straight and figure out what the hell I am doing with myself exactly
Congrats to all who got engaged this week, that's so great
I'm so happy for you people, and you others in such great, fantastic relationships that have lasted such a long time!
You're so cool, you're dating someone from high school, hurrah!
Bite me.
Non drowsy medicine might do the exact opposite on me, and that is a good thing
I'm alone - so very, very, alone
Not a thing to do about it
I wouldn't normally say this, but
Since it's staying with me and just
I hope you get back with him, I really do
And then he shits on you again
Because when you spin around and try to turn to me again
I won't be there,
I won't
And that's a promise
I usually don't like to wish bad things upon people, but
Just this once, I'll be wishing you not bad things, because that's something I don't do, but
I just hope everything goes back to normal and so happy and lovey dovey for you two
Just when you go to bed at night, and he's laying there
I hope you're wishing it was me
Because you'll be glad to know odds are, you'll never be that close to me again
So, now what?
I honestly don't know . . .
Like I said, I'll be glad to be home for Thanksgiving (11 days to go,) and then the Christmas break will be splendid, to be home, surrounded by my family and what few friends are there, because at least they love me and don't use me.
Yeah, yeah, I knew what I was getting myself wrapped up in from day one, and
I shouldn't say I feel like I was used, but
I sure as hell do feel that way
It kills me to say what I'm about to say, but
I just have to:
I wish you would've never IM'd me seven months ago;
Maybe I wouldn't feel like such an ass then
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