Wednesday, June 28, 2006
what are you doing...?

      I really don't get you. I thought that I was the fucked up one, but everytime you pull this shit, it makes me wonder if you're the liar. I wanted to make this work, and I was getting closer and closer, but it's like you're changing your mind, and going further away from me. And it makes me cry everytime I have to ask you why you did the simplist of things. It doesn't look like much, but it means something and you know it. Maybe I read too much into things, but I really didn't think I was asking too much. Little one liners, one simple word, and I know it means something that I don't want to hear. You say nothing is wrong, but I'm not stupid and I know when you're lying to me. You tell me that maybe it's me there's something wrong with, and it hurts so much because I know you're lying to me. I know you're thinking about her. I suppose I deserve as much, but I warned you that I'm just not as much of a forgiving person as you are. Are you bored with me? Then quit playing this fucking charade and saying those words that seem to lose meaning with every time they're spoken. I'm turning into just another girl, another friend, and I am so so scared. Maybe I'm looking for attention elsewhere, because you stopped giving it to me. oh and smoking is absolutely disgusting. who the fuck are you trying to impress. wait. i can answer that question. fuck you. fuck everyone.