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| May. 9th, 2006 |
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This is where this goes, right? The tears, the hurt, the hoping against hope?
I already feel the loss of not being able to smile at him and know I can kiss him anytime I want. I already feel the way the distance is going to feel when this week ends. I already feel pained and hurt, and I am selfish with what little time we have, and and and and...
::stops::
This is where I place the fears that the summer will seperate what it only took weeks to put together... This is the place where I write the anger that this started too late... This is where I tell myself I want him to be happy, and secretly wish that he will only be happy with me... that he'll wait for next semester, that there won't be someone else....
This is where I tell myself to stop.
This is where I tell myself things will be okay. Things will work out.
Even if its not what I want, I will be okay.
That pain is not forever, and hopes are hopes and not reality for a reason.
This is where I stop worrying about the things I can't change.
This is where I begin to focus on this week.
This is where I sttop.
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| Sep. 20th, 2005 |
03:26 am | |
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Life is great... wheee... psht!
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