The issues at hand are never far from my thoughts. I eat very little, and sleep fitfully. I feel horrible, and even more so unjustified at that. I feel like a douche for how I've been, but at the same time cannot fix my feelings and their impact.
Glossing things over seems such a simple answer, but makes obvious the fact that history, when forgotton, is doomed to be repeated.
Moving on is the only answer, and that alone is the reason why I cut contact and act too overdramatically.
I suppose, in summation, I must reiterate:
fuck this game. I'm out.
Glossing things over seems such a simple answer, but makes obvious the fact that history, when forgotton, is doomed to be repeated.
Moving on is the only answer, and that alone is the reason why I cut contact and act too overdramatically.
I suppose, in summation, I must reiterate:
fuck this game. I'm out.
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*sigh*
My curiosity is killing me, but I'm going to override my urge to scream "TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" and instead, calmly wish you well.
Feel better buddy.
And hurry back to us soon.
You got your wish, and now I am on my way to trying to hate you again. That way it will be easier for you to look away and just keep on walking, right? To just leave me crying in teh streets.....right? I told you I would do whatever it would take to make you happy. I hope this is what you wanted.
YOU DON'T OWN ME OR MY PUSSY, and if thats what you need in order to be happy in life, well then I'm sorry. I was your best friend and you are actually putting your insecurities on me because of this shit. In that case I have way too much control over your happiness. In which case you are right....leave, and don't ever look back. But I think you are weakening and limiting yourself by saying you can't change yourself. I hope your plan works this time, because I'm sick of this cycle too. The only person you are sabotaging is yourself. Only a best friend would know that. ONLY I WOULD KNOW YOU ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT.
I understand why you are upset, but apparently there is some shit you need to fucking get over and move on. I'm not your slut. I'm not yours to own.
I am at a fucking horrible place because a huge part of me just wants to visit you and make things better.....or try. The other part of me never wants to talk to you again... to see how you like it, when all this blows over and you actually message me again.
Say what you will. assume what you must. I just hope this time something does change within you and us.
[Edited on Sep 20, 2004 5:47PM]
[Edited on Sep 20, 2004 5:48PM]