Don’t speak
I know just what you’re saying
So please stop explaining
Don’t tell me ‘cause it hurts
Don’t speak
I know what you’re thinking
I don’t need your reasons
Don’t tell me ‘cause it hurts

Depressing romance movies…

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hey guys!

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It’s that time of year and everyone seems to have someone to spend it with and when I say someone I don’t mean anyone, I mean ’that person’…that special person. Sure I have someone… kind of…not really… not entirely…not completely…not permanantly… It’s just ’whatever’… Not someone to call my own… I thought it was… but deep down I know. And while most people will be cuddling up to their someone… I will be trying to fill my time with other people to make me forget that although I may be whole heartedly and completely devoted… he isn’t. And on special holidays like Christmas and New years he’d rather be as far from me as possible because spending that time with me would just be too ‘relationshippy’ for him. Because that is what he does best… keeping me close but not too close, close but at a distance.

You think you’re over it… but you’re not.

perhaps I am better off alone…

I think I don’t realise how amaizng my friends really are until they do things like this for me… Not that I don’t love and appreciate them I just forget just HOW amazing they really are. I wish I had the strength that they all see in me when it comes to this…

I think I don’t realise how amaizng my friends really are until they do things like this for me… Not that I don’t love and appreciate them I just forget just HOW amazing they really are. I wish I had the strength that they all see in me when it comes to this…

I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back again, and I cause nothing but trouble I understand if you can’t talk to me again…

I know you think that I shouldn’t still love you or tell you that…But if I didn’t say it well I’d still have felt it, where’s the sense in that?

I think I’m going to depart and continue my miserableness in the warmth of my bed under my sheets… :(

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