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Apr 30, 2006 01:30

I broke his heart. I'm a bitch for doing it and I feel nauseous that I did it. I was nice, I really was...but I still broke his heart and there's no knife out there sharp enough to cut away the terrible hurt I've caused him. I thought about dying to keep from hurting him-I always see that as an alternative to hurting the people I care about-but ( Read more... )

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bluejaye7 April 30 2006, 00:30:28 UTC
You spared him a lot of heartache later, by not leading him on. You did the right thing. It is neither your fault or his that he is not the one for you. *hugs you* It's horrible, and you feel aweful, but you aren't horrible or aweful. You're a good person. *falls asleep in your lap/loves you*

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merryfaerie April 30 2006, 16:38:30 UTC
I know exactly what you mean. At least you had the guts to do it to his face, and say what you felt. The time I had to do that it was more of a " Um... Sorry, but I'm breaking up with you. Mkay? Bye!"

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