Your body is an Emoland...
So as anyone who reads live journal knows some japanese chick looked up from writing her final fantasy homosexual fan fiction long enough to call me Emo and say fuck nine hundred and fifty times. I'm understandly upset about this and I intend to dwell on it for my entire life or at least a week before I find something else to be depressed about ( Read more... )
Let me explain something about Keiko. She's my best friend. She's been there through all of the drama and as any good friend she gets very upset when I get upset. You caused a lot of it, and every time I tried to talk to you you just would NOT understand that I did not want to be touched. You're upset that she's telling you that? Why? She might been a little bit harsh, but she's rather a very blunt woman.
You are a protagonist of your own story. For my story you are a bad guy. However, as I said, if you learn the meaning of the word "no" if you still tolerate my presence, we can be friends. No problem.
Oh, and just for clarity, Keiko doesn't WRITE fanfiction. I thought the analogy was amusing but she is not into that. Much less homosexual fanfiction.
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Truth is baby, every six months I hit rock bottom. Thats a personality trait. I pick myself up. Dust myself off and go on. The only evidence of the event is this journal.
Sweet, Sweet Yelena runs to me each time. Its a service I do not deserve. You come to me when I'm hurting and I try to cure myself the way I've always dealt with it.
You only know me in these moments of weakness. All those years ago you knew me when my life was that pain. But I grew up with that and I'm still here. The evidence suggests I'm a bit of a permanent fixture in this life.
When I'm hurt. I hurt you. I'm sorry for that. You deserve better. It seems that you and I are always going to hurt eachother. It doesn't seem like we will ever stop loving eachother.
I can live with that. Can you?
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It is amusing to see you think this way. I see it as a train wreck, you..can't help it but watch it. Sometimes, I just want to be there when you crash and burn, just so I can see you go down in a path of flames with my own eyes. So twisted and unloving but so very honest.
Times have passed when you actually had the ability to hurt me, in the tongue of the intarwebz I now do it for teh lulz. It is the amusement part that I often loose myself to and curiosity takes the better of me and I wonder if you had slit your wrists yet or jumped off a building.
Yet in a severely twisted way, I guess I care. I think we were matched pretty good as friends, and I do miss it at times. So call it what you want, picture it what you want it to be, it's not going away, I suppose. Though when you do bite it, I want the suicide note ;D
I mean it in a very loving way, dear.
P.S. I am terrible at following people's journals, so I hope it wasn't taken the wrong way that I took so long to respond.
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