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buildings with a hundred floors,
spinning 'round revolving doors.
baby i don't know where they'll take me.

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breakaway
Saturday, October 17, 2009 // 7:50 PM



I HATE YOU, DANIAL. FUCK YOU.

He is a jerk. That's what he is. I'm just so pissed by what he said on the tag board.
Like okay jyea, you WON'T EVER hear from me again. That would be my last. Asshole.

HE EVEN SAID," YOU MADE THE WRONG CHOICE BY ACCEPTING ME IN THE FIRST PLACE. "

I don't know why I can't accept the fact that I had to let him go. I can't accept the fact that he likes some other girl. I can't accept the fact that he doesn't loves anymore. I can't accept the fact that he isn't mine anymore. I have to learn to let go, now that he doesn't want me in his life. I do not own him anymore.

Usually when I'm sad, when I feel that I need a hug, he is the first person that cam into my mind. But right now, when I really needed, I can't hug him anymore. He was everything. He was my everything. Was.

I'm so infuriated. Its so hard to move on. So hard. My shoulders are weighing the weight of the world. Ya Allah, do I even deserve all these? To be hurt all the time. Its like a knife slicing my heart into pieces, so fine. So thorough.

I gotta keep telling myself that he's not a need in my life. Probably a want. But I can't. I get jealous when I see couples everywhere. Ah fuck all the guys there is for hurting a girl! Nah, I'm just being immature. Not all guys.

Too much posts about an asshole, maybe I'd better off be playing Rockband. That will take me off my mind. Goodbye.