the-elm's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Loochie Loochie Fuck man. This is hard. How the hell am I supposed to react when you tell me things like you did last night? And then I shutup and act like I'm cool, tell you how I feel but pretend like I'm over it when I'm not, and wish I was dead. God, it's just not fair, you know? Where did I go wrong man? I know things were bad but I still loved you. I didn't go kissing anyone who came knocking on my door acting like they really cared about me and my problems. Best friends huh? Yeah, just like kissing cousins. Fuck you man. I know it isn't your fault, I mean, you fought back didn't you? (Did you..?) Who cares what I think anyway? I'm just a fucking lapdog. I'm tied up, tangled in this emotion, in all these emotions, and I wish I could have let go when I had the chance.. I wish I hadn't messaged you. I wish I didn't still care. I wish I was dead. I messed up my Law exam phenomenally. I'm doomed. I love you, you know.. But i guess you'll just never know how much.. 2:42 p.m. - 2007-05-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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