*-. The Beatles .-*

I'm tired. I'm so tired. I don't know how much more I can do this. Things can be so fucking fragile. Just when you think everything is going so great... te duermes en tus laureles. I swear to God, next time I start dating someone, the only person I'm telling is my shrink. And maybe my roomate; heck, she lives with me, can't help not noticing. Pero this time... this time fue diferente. Y reaccione mejor que other times. Maybe because he actually got the guts come and tell me que volvio con la ex. Que vive en la Florida. Go figure. Y le dije a todo el mundo. Even to my parents. Aaaaaaall about him. Le informe a mis amigas de Europa. Por fin me busque un gringo. Pa no tener mas lios with that long distance crap. And he was great. And sweet. Y detallista. Y super mega into me. Or so I thought. But, he didn't appreciate the Beatles. "It's all the same" he said. That second, I should've known. I can't be with someone that doesn't appreciate the Beatles.