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[16 Sep 2006|12:26am] |
I confess...
That I say so many things that I don't mean,
I always somehow manage to hurt someone.
My life is screwed up like that; and I hate it.
I hate how when I do something like this it ends with maybe breaking up with the love of my life.
Now I see why I was protecting my heart.
But I love it anyways, because I love him.
But every time i screw something up with a friend, with my bad luck that I do.
There comes up of the threat to break up because I hurt a friend of his AND mine.
I confess that I'm also jealous of them being friends, and I want him all to myself. Which I know I'll never have if I keep managing to screw up unintentionally...
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