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i just get tired of the questions.
seriously though..... stop causing trouble for me ok? you know who you are. or maybe you don't. or maybe you won't even read this. that is actually more of a possibility since you dont' even visit the site. or maybe you do. i'm pretty much clueless as to what you do day in and day out. except cause me trouble. emotional trouble.
and questions. and suspicions. and rumors. so many rumors about me. it makes me laugh sometimes. but then at the end of the laughing i wonder why it's so important for you all to make up fallacies about me. am i not interesting enough already? i'm really not. i see your point. for i don't do a quarter of the stuff you say i do.
and why the hell did i ever make that mistake with you? one of the true rumors that haunts me still. i want it to end. all this torture in my head. the torture of memories. of words. of actions. of laughter and "love" that never existed.
"love"!!!!
you've got to be fucking kididng me. you used me up and when you had your fill that was the end. i tried calling you to no avail for weeks. then took a look at myself and my life and wondered what the fuck i was doing. i was headed in a downward spiral, forgetting those most important, obeying lust and nothing else.
i am by no means innocent. i have erred enough in my time. there are just certain things i refuse to do. i do have some morals left dammit. i'm not ruined. not yet. i'll never be ruined.
i just get tired of the questions.
seriously though..... stop causing trouble for me ok? you know who you are. or maybe you don't. or maybe you won't even read this. that is actually more of a possibility since you dont' even visit the site. or maybe you do. i'm pretty much clueless as to what you do day in and day out. except cause me trouble. emotional trouble.
and questions. and suspicions. and rumors. so many rumors about me. it makes me laugh sometimes. but then at the end of the laughing i wonder why it's so important for you all to make up fallacies about me. am i not interesting enough already? i'm really not. i see your point. for i don't do a quarter of the stuff you say i do.
and why the hell did i ever make that mistake with you? one of the true rumors that haunts me still. i want it to end. all this torture in my head. the torture of memories. of words. of actions. of laughter and "love" that never existed.
"love"!!!!
you've got to be fucking kididng me. you used me up and when you had your fill that was the end. i tried calling you to no avail for weeks. then took a look at myself and my life and wondered what the fuck i was doing. i was headed in a downward spiral, forgetting those most important, obeying lust and nothing else.
i am by no means innocent. i have erred enough in my time. there are just certain things i refuse to do. i do have some morals left dammit. i'm not ruined. not yet. i'll never be ruined.
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rawr_ima_monster:
oh, and I apologize for the horrendous typing on that, I suck
denk:
Love is everlastingly stronger than any errors we might have done. That's why.