Thursday, August 14, 2008 Y
yea.
he knows how fucking much i hate it.
the feeling of being useless.
of not being able to do anything.
to just sit there.
when my friends are suffering inside.
he knows it.
but he doesnt have to change.
its him.
after all.
its not like im an oh-so-important person to him.
fuck.
i can barely say im close to him.
i hate it when fuckers just want to act strong on the outside.
cant they see that they're just hurting the people around them.
cant they fucking see that there are people who actually want to help them.
cant they,for gods sake see that there are people who dont want to see them sad.
its just screwed up.
everything.
everyone.
most of all.
me.
and thats all to it.
i dont know if im still fit to be called a friend to you.
but yeah.
its your business.
how you want to run it.
im not going to care anymore.
im not going to ask you.
why this,what that.
nil.
i'll give you your space.
you give me mine.
your freedom.
my freedom.
and its done.
{{ 8/14/2008 10:43:00 pm -
Her heart is still bleeding}
