i never want to die from lonliness.....everybody who loves me now please love me forever !
yes i'm thinking psycho chick. :)
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6 comments:
Darn, feeling terribly bad for you. And, at the risk of sounding like a creep, is there anything I can say or do to make you feel better?
[I'm not a creep. I'm sure, coz my mom says so.]
Um, maybe a drink would help. Or a good Hitchcock movie.
[Not a creep. Not a creep.]
Let me be the boy. Assume I said something like, "Mmmm, you be lookin' mighty fine today!" (with a terrible yank accent) Or "Now that you're here, is it just me, or did everything just brighten up?" (Ok, corny. Credit for trying?)
[NotacreepNotacreepNotacreep...]
Would you like room 3 or 4?
[The Bates motel is open for business.]
PS- Take care, citrus.
*big smile* + a ha ha :)... that was just 'a second' though which left as soon as it came, but somehow landed itself on the blog in that infinitesimal amount of time. thank you for making me laugh -> 100 credits for trying and everything just got brighter* brighter smile* :)
ps: i think i'm starting to get rather fond of you :)
.. i imagined for a second an old person whose friends all died before her.. and well you know, imagine having no one to talk to.. i think i'd die from lonliness then
[Points head down, swings foot slowly scraping the ground. Then, barely audible...]
Thank you.
Har. Seriously, I think the ones who worry about loneliness are the ones who shouldn't. We always make friends kan, and if we don't have friends around us when we're dying, well, then I don't think we were friendly enough. Or we smelt really bad. Either way, you'd then be the kind of person who doesn't really want someone to love you. Ok?
[Rastafarian accent]"Chill out mon, is all good!"
you're quite darling. thank you and i'm in a good mood right now :D so hug
@snt did you destroy the blog boy?? hmm *frown*
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