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♥ Thursday, July 19, 2007
9:47 PM

truth; another lie

Why do you always have to torture yourself like that?

Stop all this crap about how you've found the wrong person,how you wish you won't so tangled up in this mess,how you want to turn back time and not have to make a fucking decision.Stop asking me how the guy/s are different from you,when you already know the answer to that.

You really wanna know?
(FUCK.I hope you read this.)

No one would be able to match up to you.


And I feel fucking sorry for myself,to have allowed you burrow through my heart and never had the fucking decency to cover it back up.What's even more pathetic is justifying my every tear and praying that tomorrow I won't be doing the same.You were the one who left,for fuck's sake.So why the fuck should I be the one crying and wishing that you would fucking leave her for me.

"We'll be okay."
HAH.


EDIT/ My brother just told me that my hair looks like shit.Yes,he shares the same sentiments as I do.That's why I'm off to the hairdresser (who uses this word anymore),as soon as my damn period finishes.