As my period clashes with this stupid diarrhea, my common sense come barging in. As my stomach is cramping away, my feelings decided to be less of a dickwad.
What I'm trying to say here is; as I was lying on my bed, exhausted from sitting on the toilet for half an hour with a cramp and a sore anus, I went to lurk on his twitter feed. And it hit me. How pretentious he is. And how he would not have the ability to laugh at my jokes. And how he would not be able to enveloped me, and how small his body frame is compared to mine, or just how big my body is compared to his. Or how everything that has been going on so far is just in my head.
I know, I've said goodbye before. And I know, if he ever contacted me, I would not hesitate for a second to go and climb that fine mothereffer.
But for now, for the sake of my heart, and my head, I bid you adieu.
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye.
Goodbye and good luck Kurt, and as always; may life be good.