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[25 Sep 2005|01:57pm] |
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I confess that I'll never get over you. No matter what. No matter what kinds of things you've done to do me to hurt me, no matter how bad you are for me, no matter how much you avoid me... I'll never ever get over you. I know it. I'll always feel like leaving you was a huge mistake, even though deep down I know it's the greatest thing I've ever done for myself.
I feel like shit. I feel like cutting, but I have nothing to hide the cuts..
Another one.. I confess that tonight (for the readers, don't hate me for this please), I hope I get attacked on the way home from work. Seeing this in words is killing me. As horrible as it is, I hope someone attacks me. And I hope you hear about it. And I hope you feel like shit. I hope you hate yourself. I hope you regret ever treating me the way you did.
I hope you feel unbelievably guilty for not treating me like a human being, for forcing this on us, and for not giving me anyone to talk to at 4am when I have to walk home from work.
I hate myself, I hate you, I hate everything around me. I hate this.
I wish I knew someone cared.. ...
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