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[30 Dec 2005|02:06pm] |
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I confess that I am a runner. I hate drama and confrontation so much so that when it comes I crawl inside myself so far and tight that sometimes I’m afraid I will never come out.
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[30 Dec 2005|08:54pm] |
i confess.
i love him. i love him so much and he just left. less then 12 hours ago. and i couldn't stop him.
he has a new life, and i confess that i want more then anything to be a part of it.
if he asked me to come to him i would be there faster then you could say 'you idiot'.
i confess that he didnt treat me proper , but i still love him . and no matter how hard i try i will love him forever
and i have to confess that i didnt forgive him because im weak, i forgave him because im strong enough to understand that we all make mistakes.
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