You know when a really sexy boy flirts with you more than is strictly necessary and then tells you to stop messing about and tell him how you feel so you're really brave and you do and then he tells you that you're just not his type, and then your mum's on the phone so you can't even call your best friend and bitch about his close resemblence to a large human cheesestring?You don't? Well you're probably the type of "really very attractive" girl that is his type. Or you're a boy. In either case, go away. I don't like you.
< - >
* the marks of memories forgotten
* wasting emotions, over again
* intentions, and such
* nothing unusual, nothing's changed - just a little older, that's all (damien rice : amie)
* now I understand! It doesn't make sense because it isn't supposed to
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