You never know what you have until its gone. That's what I'm always told. I never used to believe it, until now.I don't know how I'm supposed to feel right now, and I wish I knew what was going through his mind. I said "I love you" to him, he said it back, but did he ever really mean it? Who knows? Maybe I'm an immature little baby? But for me being immature, I think I'm handling it quite maturely don't you? I wish the blood would spill, the eyes would close, the hearts would break, shatter to a million pieces, and then...when all is dead, the world is calm, I can live again, alone, to where nothing can hurt me, no-one could stab me in the heart. I made a mistake like this before, and I'm not sure if I did again. I just want to know, why? Why does it always have to be me, the gullible one? The one thats forgiving, and caring, who always gets walked on. The one who can't say "No", no matter how hard she tries? Comment this, let me know what I did wrong.
Were over and done with. So yeah this doesn't matter anymore. evil
And then again we're not....teehee....
Were over again, for the last and final time.
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