i was almost heading out tonight before i incidentally chanced upon some shite my baby's friends were bitchin' about. they were about me.
they made me cry and they made me really sad. they made me check if my astrology reading for the day stated any misfortunes or foresights i could be warned about. they made me weep to my mates like a little child. they thought i was a dreamer, and that i was untimely vain. that my baby and i together make the most unlikely union, that i stuck to my baby like we were bonded at the hip, and that they'd be sitting back to laugh at what would become of us.
this lacking in rationality is making me want to decapitate myself. i'm trying to seek a healthier lesson in this and perhaps deal with it all more sensibly without messing our relationship up. times like these calls for a little less immaturity, i know. but should i really have known that this was all too good to really last?
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