|hey now we're bleeding for nothing
||[Jun. 9th, 2009|09:37 pm]
it's hard to breathe when you're standing on your own|
we'll kill ourself to find freedom
you'll kill yourself to find anything at all
i trusted you with my story and i don't know why because i don't trust anyone. now you know it, and i wouldn't doubt if everyone else did in a couple of days. at least you don't know recent events.
i can honestly say that telling you was one of my biggest regrets. you used what you knew against me. people can tell me i'm overreacting, they can tell me i'm being mean, and they can tell me he didn't mean it like that. anyway you put it, it hurt and i will never let it go.
i won't forgive you, i'll just forget you.
i really don't know how it lasted this long, you always got on my nerves and i knew you were fake since you pretended to like everything i "liked" it should have ended there. it should have ended when you made a fake lj to read my posts. now it ended with you, saying the worst thing anyone has ever said. even my drunk ex-step-dad wouldn't have said something like that.
i promise this is the last time i will waste my time writing about you on here, i don't want my lj friends to be contaminated.
ps, i don't feel bad at all about that picture, and you think you hurt me with yours? well there are five classifications of a man. you? you make the seventh. the one that fucks men.