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Isn't it ironic that the people who break me are never the ones who spread lies about me behind my back. They're the ones who tell me the truth to my face.
My feelings are wounded.
I feel used.
I'm pretty laid back, if you dont consistantly hurt me. I complain for the hell of it, more than what I mean, but this time I'm just DONE.
I don't need an attitude. I have my own. I don't need a problem. My life is a problem in progress. Trust me, I'm working on it, but I either need help, or I need time to do this by myself.
NO I'm not perfect and if I do mess up, PLEASE let me know, but right now, I can't deal with this masquarade. Stop pretending and just be honest with me. If you're reading this and you feel like I'm talking about you, then I probably am... but at the same time, I probably love you to death too.
I don't know what to say anymore. I don't think I have anything to say anymore. Just leave me alone for a while. Not because you're bad people, but because your really hurting me a lot more then you think.
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February 23rd 2008 & 9:10am] |
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hgf shgf
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