I hold grudges sometimes.
I make a fool of myself.
I think it's fun to pretend sometimes.
I live in my imagination world.
I still think of day old hate.
I tend to have all of these feelings because of things I've done in the past that haunt me.
Those things, my dear, are pure embarrassment.
Oh and P.S. the creeper from work is talking to me on Facebook chat. Help.
P.P.S. The Ontario Colleges will strike on February 11 if they don't come to an agreement with the union. Life is great.
Screw you, Mondays. Mess me up, big time.