if it still hurts, you still care. . . i just wanted to tell cyberspace how sad i'm feeling right now but i don't want to talk to anyone about it. social networking sites won't do because people ask questions & i have to share my tears, when i just want to wallow alone. nights like this, i need sex. i don't want to think no more. but i'm not ready to sleep yet. because i want to talk to this fool that i "like". about the girl he likes. about how his feelings are hurt. i don't know how i always end up here. back to Shomari. he will always be the root of my problems. if i can't get over this. it's been too long. i'm tired of crying because i'm scarred by how he's treated me. truthfully, i don't think i've made it to scarred yet. these are old, fresh wounds. wounds so old that they should be healed, but tonight i feel like i was just stabbed. the memories won't go away. the pain won't stop. & the tears just keep coming. & i just want this all to stop. 11.O3.12 |
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