every night i paint myself in you. inside and out i am surrounded. while i sleep you're what i see and what i think about. today we celebrated 1 1/2 years. you didn't say good bye. it's alright tho. if you would rather sit on your computer at night then spend time with me. it's completely your choice. you're the one who sulked for 4 days when i went out with my best friend ONE night... so... should i go get smashed on 3 bottles of wine and then make myself throw up? cut my arms up from shoulder to elbow? sit around and feel sorry for myself? you're the one who fucking stomped out of here tonight. and i'm not apologizing.