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To think that this one time i might have a fucking chance, and really have nothing but empty hopes.
I just fucking hate how I set myself up all the time.
Why wont someone take me seriously, before its too late.
I mean, how many times do I need to break down, before I lay down and never wake up? Fuck this shit.
I mean I wear my heart on my sleeve, yeah i know, nice place to put it eh?
Well fuck you because i rather have it seen, then hidden somewhere.
But I think I will make you squirm, because it seems people love to make me want to bleed.
Gah.
Im crying,
and im kinda alone without jona,
and now crying harder,
depressed like no tomorrow,
hoping for that "Someone",
thinking too much.
Goodnight<\3