12 Days of 2013

On the first day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
A year’s worth of not talk-ing.

On the second day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Two password posts and
A year’s worth of not talk-ing.

On the third day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Three guilt trips
Two password posts and
A year’s worth of not talk-ing.

On the fourth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Four jealous tweets
Three guilt trips
Two password posts and
A year’s worth of not talk-ing.

On the fifth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
FIVE HOURS OF COMPLAIN-ING
Four jealous tweets
Three guilt trips
Two password posts and
A year’s worth of not talk-ing.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Six months of lying
FIVE HOURS OF COMPLAIN-ING
Four jealous tweets
Three guilt trips
Two password posts and
A year’s worth of not talk-ing.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me
Seven days of crying
Six months of lying
FIVE HOURS OF COMPLAIN-ING
Four jealous tweets
Three guilt trips
Two password posts and
A year’s worth of not talk-ing.

On the eight day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me
Eight penknives slashing
Seven days of crying
Six months of lying
FIVE HOURS OF COMPLAIN-ING
Four jealous tweets
Three guilt trips
Two password posts and
A year’s worth of not talk-ing.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me
Nine dreams of dying
Eight penknives slashing
Seven days of crying
Six months of lying
FIVE HOURS OF COMPLAIN-ING
Four jealous tweets
Three guilt trips
Two password posts and
A year’s worth of not talk-ing.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me
Ten pills-a-popping
Nine dreams of dying
Eight penknives slashing
Seven days of crying
Six months of lying
FIVE HOURS OF COMPLAIN-ING
Four jealous tweets
Three guilt trips
Two password posts and
A year’s worth of not talk-ing.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me
Eleven doctors talking
Ten pills-a-popping
Nine dreams of dying
Eight penknives slashing
Seven days of crying
Six months of lying
FIVE HOURS OF COMPLAIN-ING
Four jealous tweets
Three guilt trips
Two password posts and
A year’s worth of not talk-ing.

On the Twelfth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me
Twelve months of moping
Eleven doctors talking
Ten pills-a-popping
Nine dreams of dying
Eight penknives slashing
Seven days of crying
Six months of lying
FIVE HOURS OF COMPLAIN-ING
Four jealous tweets
Three guilt trips
Two password posts and
To think I said I’d die for him~

Obviously I had too much fun writing this post. Merry Christmas, everyone! And may the coming year be filled with more laughter and smiles! I know this year has been a shit year for me, must have been the ’13’ at the back. *extremely superstitious*

Anyway, this year has been a total life changer for me. I did alot of growing up, made new friends and now have new goals and aspirations. Let’s keep this blog lively and exciting for next year too, shall we? (:

HO, HO, HOE!
Cherie

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