meh.
so i hate teh way i feel right now...
but i have to ask,
do you really care about everything that happened?
cause it really seems like sometimes you dont.
and i really, honest to goodness would kill to have one more chance of making things right.
i hate how i feel though. i just want to, you know, die.
not really, but i feel horrible for things that happened, and the end result.
i want to know why it cant happen again.
i want to know why it wont happen again.
i want to know if things you said were true, or just made up.
the way things have gone, i wonder if you really care about me.
Did you ever care about me?
does it matter that we did what we did?
i want to talk, but you seem to avoid the subject. always.
and then when we talk, i dont know if i can believe you. for one thing, the first time you told me that you had to see how i felt later on. i felt the same way as i do now. i still want things to be right.
im sorry for things ive said or done that have hurt you.
i really am.
sorry for everything
i really hope you're not as screwed up because of things as i am.
EDIT: I love the way you fucking avoid anything to do with our past. always.
Ya know, fuck you.
Your right, you are no help, because you leave when that is brought up.
Obviously you're afraid.
I hate it, i knew you didnt care.
but i have to ask,
do you really care about everything that happened?
cause it really seems like sometimes you dont.
and i really, honest to goodness would kill to have one more chance of making things right.
i hate how i feel though. i just want to, you know, die.
not really, but i feel horrible for things that happened, and the end result.
i want to know why it cant happen again.
i want to know why it wont happen again.
i want to know if things you said were true, or just made up.
the way things have gone, i wonder if you really care about me.
Did you ever care about me?
does it matter that we did what we did?
i want to talk, but you seem to avoid the subject. always.
and then when we talk, i dont know if i can believe you. for one thing, the first time you told me that you had to see how i felt later on. i felt the same way as i do now. i still want things to be right.
im sorry for things ive said or done that have hurt you.
i really am.
sorry for everything
i really hope you're not as screwed up because of things as i am.
EDIT: I love the way you fucking avoid anything to do with our past. always.
Ya know, fuck you.
Your right, you are no help, because you leave when that is brought up.
Obviously you're afraid.
I hate it, i knew you didnt care.