23.12.O8 i've sat and thought and contemplated and waited all to no avail. my time has been wasted once again on worthless but i have no regrets cuz it felt good and i actually thought it could be more hmph...what was i thinking? and i can sit here and laugh now cuz i kno he is nothing at all to me now... and i realize that he doesn't mean a thing to me anymore... =D iF oNLY yOu knEW...12.12.O8 "i must have rehearsed my lines a thousand times until i had them memorized..." and i'm anticipating the time that i will see you again so i can tell you what's on my mind on my heart what i FEEL... "but when i get up the nerve to tell you the words they never seem to COME OUT RIGHT" and i'm wonderin how this will turn out because i'm pretty sure that what i want isnt what he wants and this is slowly driving me crazy as i sit and think and contemplate my next move... and i create my scenario in my mind and i KNOW it will never turn out like that too bad my mind doesnt completely control my life... "but you don't even suspect could probably care less about the changes i've been going through..." and they're numerous too many to name the denial the confusion the embarrasement the indecisiveness and then...i see him and everything seems so right and then so wrong... in the space of a split second... and i just surrender and flow through it... and live with all of these emotions afterwards... "and if only you knew..." &иd маүвә ѕне jusт waитѕ а *[ҒAIЯҮ TALӘ]* see... i used to be engaged to the pain now i'm married to the hurt time didn't heal me and i wish for a life that's easy and i sit here and үәаяи for those stories Mommy would read me as i drift off to sleep to dяеам of hoNey bEE$ and рεяғεст ℓоνε ѕтояιеѕ that will BUЯY me further in my [NAIVETY] and i'd let those little legends from childhood dӘСІӘVӘ me a little bit more as i try to ιgηοπε my Яεαℓιτү and норе for someone to сомε ѕαυε мε... and i wish once more to be a little girl that just wants a *[ҒAIЯҮ TALӘ]*... |
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