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Wednesday, May 10, 2006

If i could change the past.. i would


If i could have made those musibuts who continue to make my life miserable, disappear from the face of the earth.. i would


If i could stopped myself from falling for farkers back then.. i would haf done it too.


It hurts to know that he thinks i enjoy hiding secrets from him. It hurts to know that he thinks that I havent been fair and open to him. It hurts to know that im hurting him. It hurts to know that my parents were sad too when they saw me cried. It hurts when i know i couldnt do or say anything to make this better now. It hurts to know for the first time in my life, i hated my own decision and the way i think. It hurts so much to know that im bleeding and he wont even believe me. It hurts the most to know that I couldnt be there to hold him and look into his eyes and tell him how sorry I am.


This pain is so real. It feels like it is a life on its own.


For the first time ever , i felt lonely.

writtern @8:18 PM