I’ll never let this happen again…the ups and downs got me twisted more than the grey goose on my 23rd bday…this hangover’s gotta go…shyt’s the worse!

I question if I ever want to feel that way again because the thought of it being taken away…is just too intense…the thought of going through this again is just too intense…too intense…I hate the fact that I’m barely making it…

Shyt really hasn’t been the same since.  I pretend and I live and I breathe and I pretend.  But in all honesty…shyt really hasn’t been the same since.  I wasn’t happy then…but at least then I could pretend…at least then a void was filled, at least then…it wasn’t in my face…shyt really really hasn’t been the same since.  I don’t ‘want that old thing back’ but I want that new thing now…I don’t want it to be the same I want it to be better…shyt hasn’t been the same since…it really really hasn’t been the same since.  You’re happy now…you’ve moved on now…I’m good now…but why do you get to be so fucking happy now?  Shyt really really hasn’t been the same since…I’m all fucked up now…you did this to me…I thank you for it…but daymn…shyt hasn’t been the same since!