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Thursday, December 10, 2009
i didnt like today. not at all. my revision was okay because i was so alone. so outcasted. all by myself. what i showed on the outside, in contrast to what i felt. smiles i didnt mean. laughter, fake laughter. they thought i was alright, the gleam, the shine. but nothing hurt more than the goodbye, i didnt, i wont, i shouldnt have. why say goodbye when you dont mean it? what a fool i was. what a git. i cant believe i used that tone. so so, immature. it hurt me. yes it did. i stopped, three times, as i walked away from you. i wanted to turn back, to talk, to let go. but i couldnt, each time i stopped, i got angry with myself,howd i let it get so far? its all my fault. i wasnt a proper person today. what thought ran through my head, thing's i'd be ashamed of thoughts i already am regretting. -this was fictional. no wirries. |
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