| I just met the cutest nerd ever. |
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| I feel so bad for you Xanga! Everyone has left you behind. Perhaps if you updated yourself and got nifty again people might like you more....just a suggestion. |
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| Hola!
So I made a myspace. I gave up on my crusade against the evil myspace for taking over the xanga land. O well. Yup yup yup. Nick finally talked me into it.
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| I have never in my life been more frustrated with anything. I have never been so disrespected nor so angry at anyone. Its been 13 hours now, and you still haven't given up on it. You still haven't apologized, nor have you even spoken to me in a kind manner. I doubt I will forgive this one so don't even think about me forgetting. It's almost over, isn't it? The door is closing. The window is opening. The past seven months are against us. You can't learn to forget and I never forgive. Everything we say and do is thrown back later in an argument. It is destined to fail. We have failed. There is nothing more to do but wait for the end. An ending both of us dread, but can't help. We've done everything there is to do, and nothing has worked. You hate and love me. I don't care how you try to deny it, fifty percent of you wants out. You describe opposite fifty percents, and now you want to take it back. You want me to pretend you never said anything, and I can't. I can't forget that you hate me with half your soul, with half your heart and half of that beautiful crazy mind of yours. I never thought it would come to this. No matter how many times you walked out the door, I knew you would come back, even if I had to be the one to ask you to come back, you still did. Not this time. People have limits and we've reached ours. We cannot push and pull for seven months and expect nothing to happen, for our relationship to not be damaged irrevocably. I will now sit and count the ticks from our clock waiting for the end. |
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| Sometimes, bad things happen. I don't know why they have to happen..but they do. What do you do when they are already done and there is nothing you do about it? What do you do when there is, but you have to sacrafice to do it? |
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