Tuesday, December 29, 2009

If I had to count the number of times I heard "Promises are meant to be broken" in the last couple of months, my two five-fingered appendages would be inadequate. Every time I try to counter the argument I keep thinking about all the broken promises he's handed me since 1998. Don't promise me anything... I probably won't believe you. My dad changed my meaning of promises.

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