I don't know if it's the pressure of the exams..
or just the fact that my heart has recently been hit by a wrecking ball and then submerged in acid.. then the pieces still distinguishable were put into a little box and shipped to outer space in an unmanned rocketship.
I'm sorry. I can't conceal how i really feel. At least i chose to put it here rather than multiply where all our friends would see or the whole Paulinian population more or less.
Well yeah. You're an ass. You broke my heart. And no matter how much i try to just let it go and forget about it. I cant. What you did.. what you.. err. you know? i cant even put it into words. It's obvious that i am still holding back. This isn't the whole of what i feel. There's really no sense in explaining. Explaining won't make me feel any better. Explaining wont take back what happened. Explaining won't give me clarity. Maybe I dont want clarity right now. The things that are already clear to me are just much too painful already as they are.
You better be happy.. and I pray that your choice was worth it.






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"What you remember comes out as journalism. What you forget goes into the compost of the imagination."
-Robert Olen Butler
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You do not have the audacity to question my veracity and incinuate that I'm prevaricating.
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love is a reason to be treated like dirt. love is an excuse.. an excuse to get hurt..
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emma
let go of the illusion of control
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