yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest

*profile old * mail * fucking sign it * or how about a nice note?**	you go forward / i'll go backwards
high school
why we broke up? because we have egos like mansions and we forget that even they have attics and basements to hide things we dont want guests to see, the thing about you is that you are a packrat and all the junk i put in your mansion you never cleaned out, it made you small and scared and i could push you around and you couldnt run. i didnt mean to but i couldnt help myself, do you understand? i loved you, but not nearly as much as big screen tv's and master bedrooms. yes, i like to think of it as we were pairs of shoes in hollywood. you were steel-toed boots on an action hero and i was sandals on a supermodel, that could never work when we were always stepping all over each other. i loved you, but not as much as pedicures and catwalks.

d-land