 fret for your figure and fret for your latte and fret for your lawsuit and fret for your hairpiece and fret for your prozac |
| The real me. |
20th Oct, 2005 2:03:22 am - Subscribe |
| (you know who you are) The real me is a liar. The real me hates you. The real me cries over ridiculous things. The real me doesn't want to talk to you on msn because there really are much better things to do. The real me always pretends. The real me wishes you'd be a real friend, and know that forgetting and forgiving are different. The real me is sick of our school... sick of the teachers, the students and the weird people who walk around the school with no aim. The real me has finally found an ounce of happiness, and you've gone and wrecked it, by being depressed, and trying to blame it all on me. It's not my fucking problem that a guy lied to us both. It's not my fucking problem that he wrecked your life. Even if I wasn't here, the same thing would have happened. I wish I wasn't here, so you wouldn't try and blame all your shit on me. Funny. I guess you didn't think I'd find it. But I did. And don't worry, I won't tell him your pathetic little plan. I don't fucking see why as soon as he decides to get on with his fucking life, you decide to seek revenge. You're sad, really, really sad. |
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| mood: betrayed |
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alone |
October 20th, 2005 |
| aww..nice.. | ||
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heavensent |
October 20th, 2005 |
| I'm sorry the really you has to deal with so many idiots. The real you sounds a lot like the real me. I guess we're all the same. | ||
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