And this will be the first time that in a week, that I talked to you and I can’t speak. Its been three whole days since I had sleep, cause that dream of his lips on your cheek. And I got the point that I should leave you alone but we both know that I’m not that strong. I miss the lips that made me fly…
I am who I am, and if you have a problem with that; don’t go hiding behind your keyboard. Say it to my face you stupid mutt!
Half of the ring lies here with me, the other halfs at the bottom of the sea.
Continue with your fun and games. You may be having a good time. But take a step back and look at the path of destruction your leaving. The people your hurting. Me for one. Shall I go on?
Why yes. I am quite sick of it. I try so hard to be strong. But I can’t anymore. I’m sick of it all, the bitching, the rumours and everything else.
I can’t do it all along with having to juggle my lifestyle.
I officially give up.
Confusion is but a reacurring emotion that every adolescent teenager feels. Whether it be about love, school or work. They all feel it at one time or another. Some it effects more and causes them to make drastic decisions.
Confessions…
I’m sorry for the lies I told…
I’m sorry for the promises I broke…
I’m sorry that sometimes I didn’t answer…
I’m sorry for my inability to show my feelings…
I’m sorry for that I’m scared to meet you…
I’m sorry that I have to write this about…
I’m sorry that most likely won’t see this…
I’m sorry that I can’t get you off my mind…
I’m sorry that I’m falling for you, again… again…
I’m sorry that I know I shouldn’t, but yet I do…
I’m sorry that now you’re the one that doesn’t answer me…
I’m sorry that I like you…
I’m sorry you don’t feel the same way about me now…
I’m sorry…
On 11:11, you’re the one I’ll wish for…
I promise.
And this promise won’t be broken.
Sickness to the stomach is what I feel when I see your face. The feeling to gauge out eyes and rip people to shreads comes from your presence. When I can see you I just feel an undying need to cause mayhem and wreek havoc. Cause damage and ruin everything in sight.
Only because I love you…
Why is it that, everytime I need you to understand, I have to write one my fucking meaningful muses. But you’re never on to see it, you’re never there to understand my feelings. That every one I write, I want you to see. So that you will fucking realize I like you.
