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So here I am again, alone and without direction and in despair. False perceptions and a lapse in trust brought it down, which is painful because those were the same things that plagued us with tulmultuous ups and downs the length of it. Only this time the tables were turned, and it was immediately broken in two. I guess in retrospect this seems obvious and inevitable; I was always the one to come crawling back afterwards, reaching out to nurse the wounds inflicted upon one another. The roles of sadist and masochist were assumed from the start.
It sucks, the horrible doubt that haunted me in the beginning, that you never really loved me, has returned with a vengeance. I can't understand how love could encompass things like hypocrisy and giving up without a fight. How can jealousy be at once a requirement and unacceptable in a lover? Perhaps the truth is still being concealed from me.
There will be no party here. Don't come over tonight, or the next day for that matter.
It sucks, the horrible doubt that haunted me in the beginning, that you never really loved me, has returned with a vengeance. I can't understand how love could encompass things like hypocrisy and giving up without a fight. How can jealousy be at once a requirement and unacceptable in a lover? Perhaps the truth is still being concealed from me.
There will be no party here. Don't come over tonight, or the next day for that matter.