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Thursday, October 13, 2005


you told me it wasn`t true. u told me it was just my imagination. you were wrong. he doesn't want me. he doesn't ever want me. i heard it yesterday. it's the reason for the display of frustration, hurt and anger on my arms. you know, i really wish you would tell me these things to my face. then, it would only feel as bad as a dagger or sword ripping through my heart repedidly. hearing it from someone else, knowing u have once again talking to eachother behind my back, instead of actually saying it to my face, makes it feel more like a thousand flaming knives ripping open my heart, setting it on fire, all the while desteoying my very reasons for living, one by one. u have no idea how much u hurt me. you pretend to care. go ahead and fucking hate me you fucking bastard! but next time, if u have any guts whatsoever, you will say it to my fucking face!
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