I'd like to say that I'm completely fine and my poor little pink heart isn't broken at all, but I'm afraid all the evidence points to the contrary. Losing He-Who-Can't-Be-Named and Neverending Boyfriend at the same time feels like a one-two punch. I'm profoundly sad. Now, of course, that's not to say I can't be cheered up by 28 fruit flavors, but it doesn't make the pain go away permanently. I feel very glum (almost blue, but of course my heart only bleeds pink).
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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I'd like to say that I'm completely fine and my poor little pink heart isn't broken at all, but I'm afraid all the evidence points to the contrary. Losing He-Who-Can't-Be-Named and Neverending Boyfriend at the same time feels like a one-two punch. I'm profoundly sad. Now, of course, that's not to say I can't be cheered up by 28 fruit flavors, but it doesn't make the pain go away permanently. I feel very glum (almost blue, but of course my heart only bleeds pink).
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