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Wednesday, May 11, 2005
10:30 pm

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there are things i want to say. things i want to do. but i wouldn't and can't.

left wondering. what's going on. wondering what i'm doing. but. i told myself. i don't really want to know, don't really want to think. i rather just continue on, living that lie i've been told. because i rather have that, than nothing at all. i don't want to be affected, but i can't help myself.

but i guess i gave in. i collapsed.

and now, i honestly don't know anymore.

if you don't ever want to talk to me again, i can't stop you. just don't pretend you care. don't pretend you are actually worried for me.

because it hurts. it hurts to know that you lied to me. to know that you could just continue on pretending like nothing happened.

i guess, i only have myself to blame.

i'm sorry.

i guess i made a mistake.





i guess. its hurt even more to know... that you don't ever want to talk to me again.



;i am afraid