this is the end.
im such a idiot. here i am, writig on this stupid journal that means nothing, writing emails to her that mean nothing.. i mean nothing. "how does it feel to know all the angry songs you sing along to are all about you. they're all about you don't act so suprised you know you had it comingn don't give me that line" its both of us, not just her. i am that guy, that guy who... all my favotite songs are written about. " i want you to know all the angry songs you sing along to they're there for me too not just to hurt you" im done, for good, no more LJ, no more emails, no more phone calls, no more msn. this will be the death of me, and this will just be anouther guy to her. i hope i choke on the words i speak, i hope i choke in my sleep, on those dreams that i believed in so much. i hope i die.