She thinks I still care about her. In a way I do, but not in the way I did. I will still be there to support her, if she needs help with something, but I can never forgive her for what she did and trying to, and succeeding at at one time, make me think it's my fault somehow. Well, I had a little help with my bout of grief. The song here by Frankee has a little bit of funny, and slightly gay, truth to it. Ask me and I'll explain. You'll get a laugh. And Puke, well it makes her mad when I play it, so I think it's funny. Anyway, message me, gals. I'm a little lonely and down. Cheer me up?
