Heard it in Mango. And only a few lines struck me but they struck me hard. and I probably believed, when I was young, that there were perfect people. I am sorry.
I have a sneaking suspicion I know what this pain is. God forbid.
I am the damn host. Hello? Why?
You guys doing whatever the hell you want. thanks alot. this will be over soon, just endure. and yes, I'm horrible. But I can't be happy about it anymore. today was kind of the shit.
Appreciating the invention of sms. making me smile all of a sudden :)
and I'm suddenly all disjointed (my words) soo...this would be a good time to stop, aye.