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♥ ; Wasted.
& when you walked away, I count the steps that you take..
Sunday, August 22, 2010

A mistake done by me is so big, that you could have the heart to shout at me that way. Something that I barely didn't have any intention of hurting. Something that I do it as a friend. The funny thing was that, the person has never spoken to me for like years now. We communicate even in front of you. And it seems like, it's so wrong to you. Yet those girls you added. Those chicks I tried to pull my over. Do you even know how emotional I could get, but you didn't take it a notice. You made it look like the one who hurt you is the bad one. Which is me. While the one who has been hurt(ed) profusely, not a big deal.

Your feelings are very important, very very important. This few weeks, I tried to take every fight as my fault. I said sorry till I just wanna shout out loud to people, how sad I was. This few weeks I tried to swallow in all the things that I see and wish that I didn't saw it. But I did. I swear it hurts, but no, I didn't make you feel guilty. I made it like a joke for you, but sincerely, it does hurt, it hurts deeply. Do you realize it? Do you ever realize it? No.. Not at all...

I wonder sometimes, do you always have to take my feelings for granted. I made whatever you want. I've deleted them, I've freaking block them. I want to make you happy, to make you feel safe. But no matter how much I did, even from the past, did I ever betray you? Even if I did, it can be counted. But you? I can't count how many chance you had. But I don't. I don't....

You break it. And now I feel like you really did..



♥ 7:20 AM,

Sitting Down Reminiscing
The Melancholy Feelings
And The Agony Heart.




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