the-elm's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Suck It, Pt. II I don't know what I feel anymore. Do I still love you? I don't know; though I know for a fact I am no longer in love any longer. I hate that. I wish I was. I want to be. But I'm not and I can't change that. Maybe you can, but I know you're never going to do anything about it. You disappoint me, over and over. I barely expect anything from you anyway, but you still manage, to my amazement. If you don't love me, then fuck off. Simple. I don't care. I don't want to be chained to you. And you might wonder why I'm not doing anything about it. It's because I'll come running back. I always do, don't I. You move on, I stay stuck in a rut. I'm going to get out of it. Soon. So very, very soon. And you'll be left bewildered, confused, frightened, alone. Just like I was. And then I'll laugh at you. This isn't hatred. It's sadness. And frankly, I'm sick of being sad. 5:18 a.m. - 2008-06-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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