Under the comforter with

Oh, yeah, i overreacted. I felt quite... Well, you know how i felt. Are we still together? Is everything going well? How are things going? I felt in many ways, i don't really know what i felt. In fact, if i wanna tell you everything i felt, and you to understand whatever subject i come up with, i would probably, definitely, spend one hundred thousand and maybe even a lot more, minutes, or at least seconds. Seriously, i have tried everything, i have cried everything. Water and tears. I mean, i'm sure i haven't yet, that's pretty hard to happen. I can't just go and spend every thing i have here, my particular private little secret, my little handbag with tips and go's won run me out in a little while like this. I said what had to be said. I did what had to be done. In fact, if i had really done what had to be done, i would have felt much more betterness at the time. You said that little crap that hurt me back in my guts, slut, and you know it. Cause you're the gypsy acid queen, and you guarantee to break my little heart. But i won't take it bad, 'cause i can't just do that. I have lots of sunny days in me. Friday is right there. I'm gonna get my surfboard and my trunks and go to the nearest beach around here. It would be good if you could come too and then we lay then and there looking up to the sky and counting down how many days to our next trip. It is better when we are better. Look at me and say you don't feel that way, tell me how many souls i have collected and set free right away, you bitchy bitch. My bad, i don't wanna be saying bad things, or expressing my deepest or shallowest opinions in front of a mirror that is willing to be cracked, or whatever. Again, and again, and again, and against, and against my childhood principles, since i have been a grown up i haven't felt quite deflated, and neglected, and cuddled, and forsaken, and loved, and lost and whatever you call that thing when you are under the comforter watching a movie with the air conditioner on.