I stay wrecked and jealous for this simple reason. I just need to keep you in mind, as something larger than life.

Larger than life. It's too late, I know I shouldn't have done that. I'm mean, sorry. Well, I'm having a taste of my own medicine now. I have many regrets, and this is one of them. Here's a final bullet to put our love to death.


I do believe in Santa, I do I do! Santa's gonna grant me wishes. Wishes that'll never come true. Santa's going to give me lovely friends, which I already have. Santa's going to give me a great companion for life. Yay.

If I could, I would.