Thursday, April 3, 2008
...but life's no storybook. Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt; do you like to hurt? I do, I do, then hurt me... ♥
you've taken the last of my pathetic attempt at poetic words. I don't feel for you like I did yesterday...I know that I am a waste of your time, and I'm sorry. You have been too much to me and too much for me. You were a paralyzing overdose. I can't do the things that I once could. I can't fucking write. Well, not that I was an amazing writer before, but now, I just don't even have fucking anything to say. I refuse to believe that I love you, even though I probably do. Especially because I shouldn't. Yet I don't feel like I did before.
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