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I just really didn’t want anymore re-occurring situations.
Observe the following:
You plus her...
David…
Me…
Okay so maybe I don’t see it. What are the odds really? You leave with her, me taking care of David… who is taking care of me?
I hate not being able to have control in my life. I’m too much of a sucker to say fuck it.
Why ruin things? Everything is so perfect.
I need a drink.
I’m so easy going. I don’t get angry. I guess I don’t care really. Shit comes back in ten folds… my day is coming. I could never hate you.
I hate being lied to more than anything. Honesty is such an important factor in my life. It is a foundation of my existence. *Hence the tattoo on my back “TRUTH”. Why do people insist on telling bullshit stories? They get so wrapped up in it. It hurts me.
I just always thought that no matter what… you could tell me. I’m not one to pass judgment. Are you mad? No, not at all… that’s the point.
I love how I write in such a vague format.
But I’m not sure who really reads this anyways.
I wish people would just be honest. I wish there was a way you could see their intentions.
There are other ways... sex and drugs are not the answer... and you know this... and yet you continue to do it all.
I'm losing hope. and it scares me.
I love you, regardless... I will always love you.
and I just wanted to say that.
I wish I could make you see...
Everything will be okay... if you let it.
I continue to see things outside the box...
Observe the following:
You plus her...
David…
Me…
Okay so maybe I don’t see it. What are the odds really? You leave with her, me taking care of David… who is taking care of me?
I hate not being able to have control in my life. I’m too much of a sucker to say fuck it.
Why ruin things? Everything is so perfect.
I need a drink.
I’m so easy going. I don’t get angry. I guess I don’t care really. Shit comes back in ten folds… my day is coming. I could never hate you.
I hate being lied to more than anything. Honesty is such an important factor in my life. It is a foundation of my existence. *Hence the tattoo on my back “TRUTH”. Why do people insist on telling bullshit stories? They get so wrapped up in it. It hurts me.
I just always thought that no matter what… you could tell me. I’m not one to pass judgment. Are you mad? No, not at all… that’s the point.
I love how I write in such a vague format.
But I’m not sure who really reads this anyways.
I wish people would just be honest. I wish there was a way you could see their intentions.
There are other ways... sex and drugs are not the answer... and you know this... and yet you continue to do it all.
I'm losing hope. and it scares me.
I love you, regardless... I will always love you.
and I just wanted to say that.
I wish I could make you see...
Everything will be okay... if you let it.
I continue to see things outside the box...