 ...she's / hardly / what / she / seems / <3 |
| I don't think it's unjust. |
May 4th, 2008 1:34:41 am - Subscribe |
| I don't like when you touch me. Or look at me for that matter. Don't even come near me. I want to hate you so bad. My body is shaking and I blame it on the cold. Thank goodness it's raining outside. The rain is pounding down on the two of us. You don't even know what it's like to love you have never felt what I feel. This anger, this sadness. I know you don't stay up at night wondering how all this happened. You asked me if I cried. I said no. And that's not a complete lie. I love how you have the audacity to confront me about breaking your heart. You're not mad at me for breaking your heart, you're embarrassed that I left you. And I know you aren't going to tell your friends or the other brothers why because you are too embarrassed. I would say I am sorry but I know I wouldn't mean it. Unlike you I mean everything I say, I wouldn't say something if it wasn't true. Unlike you I really cared about you. Unlike you I wasn't thinking about myself. And unlike you I am going to walk away a mature adult. When I see you on campus I will say Hi, and at our mixers I will be polite, but don't take that as anything more than me just being a mature person because honestly I don't ever want to see you again. |
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| mood: sniffly |
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