stuff

your stuff.
my stuff.
the stuff you gave me.

I'm sure I'll find more of it around my room. Dont be sorry for any of it. it was all nice stuff but now its just s constant reminder. and i already told you that if you broke up with me there would be no reminders. no memories. nothing. So i'm sticking to that best i can, give or take here and there...

If i find more, i'll let you know... and instead of what i did today by just giving it to you, i'll ask if you want it..
And if you say no, well.... I'm not keeping it. I may go and give it to the little girl next door (who isnt little anymore, which freaks me out), if not trash comes every Wednesday.

and if you have any stuffs that i gave you that you dont want, i already told you i'd take them back.. I'll still take them back.

Stop saying sorry to me!! This is what happens when break-ups go to shiz.
looking back, it was coming. its been coming for a LONG time. i just didnt want it to. Its fine. I'm fine. I'm not sorry, i wont ever be sorry for us.


its just stuff now. no sentimental value...
not like dog chains.


the e-stuff i gave you today, x, i had to have my sister delete it off my computer and out of the trash because i actually couldnt do it. that only thing i havent been able to part with so far... But it is gone now. :|




So far thats my day... I need to go to the bank.. :| and i need to talk to a counselor at the school about what the f to do next...