the people that i love.

Years I put up with cheap jokes and a lack of substance
Tonight will be the first time in years that I will attend Sarah's annual St Patty's Day party, without worrying about how traumatic my night will be
This night last year, was the worst night of my fucking life

Remember when you got drunk and accused me of fucking people I'd never met?
Remember when you proceded to call me a whore?
Or when you punched a whole in your window?
Need I even add to the list? No I think thats sufficient.
YEAH FUCK YOU.
Don't fucking text me today
Your douchebagginess has no bounds you washed up fuck
I want nothing to do with you

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[Mar. 16th, 2010|06:25 pm]

This time I am less scared of you hurting me
than of me hurting you
I warned you that
I am scarred
because I was once more confident that
he wouldn't be the one to hurt me
and I would be the one to end things

Oh what a fucked up web I weave

Over it. For the most part. Sometimes. Not this time.

[Mar. 16th, 2010|05:30 pm]

So....
I was just compelled with the urge to tell you that I HATE YOU
I don't know if I really do hate you, but I want to tell you that I do
I of course will never tell you that I do
And I will probably never get any answers from you

But hey, I am used to that

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[Mar. 15th, 2010|09:45 am]

I will try this again
Once again against my better judgment
I will repeat the patterns
That always land me here
The lonely view of impending distance