Mar 12, 2007 20:43
I've never really wanted anyone that I love to be happy.
I know that about myself, after a year of bullshit and "learning new things".
I have never cried for anyone but myself.
I never tell the truth, and now that I've realized how easy it is to spot bullshitting, I get off on barely speaking.
I can't argue my way out anymore
I don't love her, and she knows that and she knows that I never will.
I'm ready for a new city now.
before I fuck and run again