He loves me...He loves me not...He loves me...oh forget it.
I plucked a daisy from the ground and started reciting the old tale of "He loves me....He loves me not". At the age of 10....I started being hopeful in finding my true love. I blame my father for my dysfunctional relationships...after all...he is on his fifth live in girlfriend. Maybe I inherited... Sign in to see full entry.