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Saturday, 14 November 2009

Those Were The Days.

Sitting here, checking your facebook, I can't help feeling like a stalker. I click on the link attached to "In a Relationship with." Its worse that she's absolutely beautiful. Even from her picture I can see her piercing blue eyes that fill mine with tears. It's horrible, how can I get the slightest, guiltiest piece of pleasure out of the situation by calling her a slut, a bitch, a suck, a ho or a whore if she's none of them at all? Not even the tiniest bit. It just makes me all of these words plus so much more. I go press Back, click next to "Write Something..." and type "IHATEYOUIHATEYOUIHATEYOUIHATEYOU" and my mouse hovers over "Share." Maybe not today, but one day you will know.


  1. Oh I truly get you darling.
    But its not her fault.
    Hes a jerk.
    And he doesnt even deserve you.
    Not even your IHATEYOUs


  2. agreed with fenia. ive so been there, its horrible :( xxx

  3. understnad completely
    be strong
    thts all we can ever do.

  4. this blog made me follow, you write amazingly


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