Tuesday, April 07, 2009
♥ 8:29 PM
I'll let you go, I'll set you free,
And when you've seen what you need to see,
When you find you, come back to me.
I love you David Cook! Have I already said that?
What makes people all the more susceptible to pain is that, knowing if we don't feel it, we're dead. The silhouette of you is gradually ebbing away to nothingness. The feeling of you is creeping away, making me totally insensitive to you. The smell of you no longer invading my senses. Our memories slowly trickling away. Your embrace nothing more than a remembrance fading away. The looks that flit through your face no longer lingering. It's inexplicably leaving, illicitly changing to suit the patterns of the clouds on the sky. You used to affect me so much, till I realised you don't actually mean as much as I assumed. Statures I put in place painstakingly for you falling apart. It'll sting, it'll hurt, and I may even cry for a while, but spilt milk can never be taken back, resolute decisions the same. I thought I would fall apart without you, but I've come so far in leaps and bounds, you thought you'd see me fall, but I'm gonna stand so tall, and I won't forget the process it took me to come thus far. Whenever I remember, it'll be of me moving on, putting everything behind.
So even if it hurts, I know it'll just mean that I'm alive, and that I've a road I've to continue down on. It may rub your nipples raw, block up your entire pee hole, cease you from walking up and down the stairs like a normal person, and make you go insane, but it's life.
SYF TMR OMG OMG FAINT!!!(Okay yes I've noticed that yes, maybe all the added stress is going to my head and making me ridiculously long-winded. But I'm thankful for the insights brought along, I suppose)
//But seriously if you don't want me, you should tell me, and not leave me hanging. I love you so, but isn't it rather selfish to keep it for yourself, and keep me from moving on, or rather, from actually finding another group to set myself off on? If you've done so, you should just say so, because I'm sick and tired of feeling sick and tired, and I want to move on, but you're making it hard. Let's break it off.
I've deleted it. So we can start anew.
Honestly, I don't want you. Initially you brought fun and laughter, but as we drew closer, you revealed a side of yourself which I thought was real, but now thinking back, it was all a lie. And I can't really be bothered to go figure out what's true and what's not, so let's leave it at that. We were close, then we drifted, and now taunts of the friendship we had previously haunt me all day long. The closer we get, the more pain we undergo. I openned a side that was vulnerable, to you, but what did you do. Disregard it, throw it to a side, and you can't even be bothered to acknowledge it after one sentence. Truthfully, I must say I expected more. Why do I have such high expectations, you may ask. Well, I don't. But you don't understand. I didn't tell anyone but you. And you flung it to the side, and focused on yourself instead. Is this what we get for openning up? Flashcheck: I don't trust you anymore. I told you that but since you don't actually listen to what I say, HAHA, let's throw away our inhibitions and go on stark crazes; showdown. 'Cause I told you I don't matter;
If I were to disappear off the face of this earth, no one would even notice.
Maybe you needn't come back,
