Stop It
He wrote me again, this time, something a little more interesting.
date Jan 12, 2008 12:07 PM
i wish we could be friends. i'm not pushing anything, i'm only saying how i feel. i was a total asshole, but i didn't properly know how to say how i was feeling at the time. believe it or not, with all the time we spent together, i only remember all the good stuff, when i think about us. you are an amazing person and i love you. i probably always will. you are entitled to your feelings, and you would be the first to let me know, but consider the year we spent together and consider why that cant be a friendship. i truly do miss you and would not hesitate to catch up and hang out again. if this is totally out of line, i apologize. all i can do is let you know how i feel.
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Well, Brian, it's all very nice, but, you know, once you forfeit your right to fight for something or someone, you can never get it back.
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You know, I thought that an apology is what I needed to move on. But now that I got "an apology" (regardless of whether he really truly knows what he's apologizing for --he didn't even really say "I'm sorry"), I realize that, even though it's what I deserve, it's not what I need. I already have what I need to move along. I already AM moving along.
I'm much too strong for him.
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Monday, November 12, 2007
not enough
Current mood: discontent
Category: Life
i don't have the time
do you think she'll understand?
she definately doesn't get the attention that she deserves
i've taken advantage of her in the past
i've had my way, maybe unrightfully so
is she ever gonna tell me i did her wrong
the truth is, i'm to damn busy for her
she probably understands, though i never tell her that i love her any more
i know she'll be there for me, even if i've been gone for ever
i don't show the devotion, not like in the past
i can't even look into her eyes
when i finally do show her love, it only comes out fast and wretched, like angst stored up, waiting to be relinquished
then i leave her wanting
unsatisfied
why do i break her heart so?
is it because i know i can?
she'll never do me wrong, this i know for sure.
-to my true love, the six strings of my life...
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