underhill
dear livejournal,
id like to fade away, so wipe the me away from your diary. suicide whispers, in my ear and it happens alot around here. when i said, before id sleep not to wake me if you left. well im awake and your not here and im better off dead. this is my last love letter to you. its not a stunt, im well aware were through. when you think of me, remember better times. cause ive grown to be quite selfish when i cry...inconsiderate me..."sitting at home for the afternoon, dont wanna go outside. sick of sun soaked concrete streets, close the blinds id rather hide, because the ghost in me, is out of key, from never keeping love. sick of pale white bedroom sheets, close your eyes, so i can die..." you were my spine, my crutch, my breathe, my sight, my life, my death, my all...
ive thought about this alot today. ive done being bitter towards you and such. its just dumb. im tired of me whinning and complaining about how you dont want to be with me. this is stupid. i talk shit and i dont know why i do it, but i guess that im mad that from what you did. although im still never going to talk to you again, one because i feel like ive been betrayed in a way. but probably one day i will end up talking to you. but its going to have to be you to say something, i refuse to open my mouth before you.
on another note, i feel like im regaining some of my feelings for you. ive been thinking about the woman i choose in my life, and i guess what i look for is way to selfish. and way to concerned on the physicall attributes. this all ended today. i missed the way youve kissed me and your smell. and all the things that freak you out. it makes me smile. you make me smile. i cant do this without you. ive tried, i cant, im gone,
sincerely yours..
id like to fade away, so wipe the me away from your diary. suicide whispers, in my ear and it happens alot around here. when i said, before id sleep not to wake me if you left. well im awake and your not here and im better off dead. this is my last love letter to you. its not a stunt, im well aware were through. when you think of me, remember better times. cause ive grown to be quite selfish when i cry...inconsiderate me..."sitting at home for the afternoon, dont wanna go outside. sick of sun soaked concrete streets, close the blinds id rather hide, because the ghost in me, is out of key, from never keeping love. sick of pale white bedroom sheets, close your eyes, so i can die..." you were my spine, my crutch, my breathe, my sight, my life, my death, my all...
ive thought about this alot today. ive done being bitter towards you and such. its just dumb. im tired of me whinning and complaining about how you dont want to be with me. this is stupid. i talk shit and i dont know why i do it, but i guess that im mad that from what you did. although im still never going to talk to you again, one because i feel like ive been betrayed in a way. but probably one day i will end up talking to you. but its going to have to be you to say something, i refuse to open my mouth before you.
on another note, i feel like im regaining some of my feelings for you. ive been thinking about the woman i choose in my life, and i guess what i look for is way to selfish. and way to concerned on the physicall attributes. this all ended today. i missed the way youve kissed me and your smell. and all the things that freak you out. it makes me smile. you make me smile. i cant do this without you. ive tried, i cant, im gone,
sincerely yours..