Compulsive Liar

by Rory-lena Gilmore   Dec 29, 2006


If you see him again tell him...
I cant stand him and that he is a lowlife frat boy.
I cant think of him without feeling like my stomach is about to come up my throat.
I cant be around him without getting a weird vibe.
I cant hold his hand anymore because im sick of being fake.
I cant talk to him like i use to its just too painfull.
and most of all that im the biggest compulsive liar he knows.

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  • 17 years ago

    by InterviewWithTheKat

    P.s couldnt reply to the email you sent me, it wouldnt let me for some odd reason, but i was going to say your great and keep up the good work!!!!

  • 17 years ago

    by InterviewWithTheKat

    Oh, men are rats arn't they?!!
    very nice wording and expression.
    love it!
    just wrote a few poems, will submit them soon so have look in the next few days.
    kat!-xxx-