I want to take you on cute dates.
After you get your hair done, and look all sexy. I want to surprise you and show up to your house all dressed up, with a bowtie on and a vibrant bouquet of roses in my hands. Then we can romantically swing in the park, or even just do some people watching. A single moment with you is enough to make me the happiest man alive. And after we go on our date. We can kick it at my crib. I love you, Plank. Support human and fencepost marriage.
It’s always my fault,
that’s how I always feel. Everything I do is wrong, even though I think what I’m doing is right. My decisions seem to always affect someone in a negative way. If I want to please someone, I end up disappointing myself. When my actions form into an argument, I force myself to apologize because it’s always been that way. It’s always going to be my fault, because that’s how everyone makes it seem.
