Day Two Hundred and Five

Why do I bother helping him so much? And I highly doubt that it's because I'm a nice person.

Also, I like it when I'm right. I should go buy myself something, had I money, to celebrate. Pity I can't gloat about it... but all honesty, it is very, very tempting. Especially since said person which this tidbit is about said that I need to 'get myself some action'. Well, honey, seeing as I've been in a stable relationship for two years without the need to 'go and get some action' unlike you, pretty sure I don't need it now.
Oh, sweetheart. If you want a fight, I'm pretty sure I'd win.

Day Two Hundred and Four

My throat hurts from reciting my notes out loud to myself.

Day Two Hundred and Two AND Two Hundred and Three

Is it just me, or is he more eager to please than usual? And why does that make me suspicious? I really should just accept it... which is hard because I'm not a nice person. And when I'm nice and eager to please, there's a reason why...
Or he's reaaally screwed my mind over and I honestly do not expect him to be nice because our relationship has really never about him trying particularly hard to please me when I grumble...

Day Two Hundred and One

Med students are good looking. I think I need to bag myself another one.

Day Two Hundred

I think I'm going to try to be nicer.
This is going to be hard because I am somewhat of a bitch.

Day Hundred and Ninety Nine

I. Am. An. Idiot.
Also, facebook chat is a douche.

Day Hundred and Ninety Seven and Ninety Eight

Here's another heart to devour,
to replace the hole in your chest.
You hold my strings as I dance,
for I am just a ghost of myself.
Take my pride and self respect,
and break my heart at your will.
And when my heart falters for
the final heart beat and stops,
you'll return the useless and
broken pieces so you can find
yourself a new one that'll work.
But foolish Giselle, I know I am,
that should you ever need me,
I'll dance for you one last time.