I'm thinking.. Not quite this short. But nearly.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
I gave you a second chance.
You went behind my back.
Didn't tell me anything.
Do you think I'm stupid or something?
Like I wouldn't find out?
Every knows.
Well everyone will.
I thought you promised you would change.
Maybe be a better friend?
But no.
You have fucked up this time.
No more chances.
Its over for you.
You need too realise you are actually slowly loosing all your friends.
One by one they are realising how pathetic you really are.
You have dissapointed me.
No more chances.
No more.
You went behind my back.
Didn't tell me anything.
Do you think I'm stupid or something?
Like I wouldn't find out?
Every knows.
Well everyone will.
I thought you promised you would change.
Maybe be a better friend?
But no.
You have fucked up this time.
No more chances.
Its over for you.
You need too realise you are actually slowly loosing all your friends.
One by one they are realising how pathetic you really are.
You have dissapointed me.
No more chances.
No more.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
There is this person.
Sometimes I hate this person.
Sometimes I love them.
Most times I just want them to go away.
They make me feel uncomfortable.
Unusual.
This person is part of me.
I don't want them to be.
Anymore.
I still want this person in my life.
Just not so close.
This person is, so cold.
Only thinks about their own problems.
I need to fix myself before I can help you.
This person needs a lot of fixing.
Nearly as much as I do.
I honestly feel sorry for them.
They don't realise what they are doing.
To their friends.
To their family.
To themselves.
Its fucked up.
I hate you.
But I love you.
Sometimes I hate this person.
Sometimes I love them.
Most times I just want them to go away.
They make me feel uncomfortable.
Unusual.
This person is part of me.
I don't want them to be.
Anymore.
I still want this person in my life.
Just not so close.
This person is, so cold.
Only thinks about their own problems.
I need to fix myself before I can help you.
This person needs a lot of fixing.
Nearly as much as I do.
I honestly feel sorry for them.
They don't realise what they are doing.
To their friends.
To their family.
To themselves.
Its fucked up.
I hate you.
But I love you.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
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