To my dearest:
I think that you know that i'm an emo shit. I've told you this before.
And you know that I just can't let go of the past. Whenever I get bruised,
and thats pretty often, I come running to you. I keep on thinking that
it's got to stop. So just for the hell of it, and cause I hate seeing myself
like this. I'm going to stop calling. Cause I'm sorry that I linked everything
thats a bitch in my life to you. You know that I love you. But i'm too tired
to sort it all out. And I was talking to a friend. And it just snapped like a
twig in my head. And it kinda makes sense even when i'm writing this down.
And i'll admit it only once; yeah, she bruised me up good.
So enough already. I think i'll leave it all behind.
I think that you know that i'm an emo shit. I've told you this before.
And you know that I just can't let go of the past. Whenever I get bruised,
and thats pretty often, I come running to you. I keep on thinking that
it's got to stop. So just for the hell of it, and cause I hate seeing myself
like this. I'm going to stop calling. Cause I'm sorry that I linked everything
thats a bitch in my life to you. You know that I love you. But i'm too tired
to sort it all out. And I was talking to a friend. And it just snapped like a
twig in my head. And it kinda makes sense even when i'm writing this down.
And i'll admit it only once; yeah, she bruised me up good.
So enough already. I think i'll leave it all behind.
comically indifferent @ 12:39 AM