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Sunday, May 19, 2013

i hate you. i really do. i hate you for making me feel guilty. i hate you for beiing the self deprecating bitch that you are. i hate you fr making me want to change myself so i can tell you to your face that i am not the person you think you are. i hate you for being the way you are. for not thinking you're good enough. for making me scared to face the truth. it was all you. uyou know how you used to send me texts aboutt all that shit about how we may not last and how you were overshadowing me? fuck you bitch it was all true. and remember me telling you no, no its not like that? well fuck you cuz that was me afraid of what itd do to you if i told you the truth.

you know hw i used to tealk to you about being free and all that? like a bird? screw you cuz now this is what i was talking about. being free. no strings. no care. and no information whatsoever. talking to you was like walking in a mine feild god knows what one wrong step you take and bam! an explosion, and me losing hope. always that hopeless feeling. hell yea im a bad people's person. but you? no you were just adamant. you dont want to be helped. or actually no. you WANT something. i didnt have it. i didnt have the ability to understand you. but you you're amazing. you just so desperately wanted something out of it, you imagined that i was that. that i somehow had a magic wand that made you feel better./ good lord what an imagination you had. but you know? now i realise. you were trying to fit me into that jigsaw puzzle youy made for yourself. but i was the wrong peice you get it? but no you tried. you tried. cuz you wanted me to be that completing peice. oh i tried to. i tried for your sake naive girl i was. i tried to bet that peice. i just lost myself in the process. somehow all i sem to remember is the oppressed feeling.

but now i feel alive. i can talk to whoever i want. i can dream of getting any job i want. i can paint romantic scenarios in my head about what i want, and not feel guilty.

i didnt leave you cuz you were dark, ugly, smelly, fat or any shallow. i didnt ;leave you because you arent sensitive enough, dont kno how to impress a girl. i didnt leave you because you're a jerk. i didnt leave you because you are in some way lacking as a person. i didnt leave you beacuse you're imperfect. you, you're amazing. and i mean it. but you're not my puzzle.

& I crapped a lot at 2:22 PM

Swirls 'n' Twirls :D