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blogging has become the one thing that keeps me from killing myself.
bayside said it best…
“Can’t live my life;
Knowing you’ll be in his arms, each time I blink my eyes;
Know what goes on behind my back; every night.
Afraid I’ll never leave; afraid I’ll never know whats good for me
And when I see her I’ll tell her whats been on my mind,
All these sleepless nights, she’ll recite her excuses,
Put my tail between these legs of mine;
Like i do all the time
And now you say that; you say you love me.
Well i may have your heart, he has your body
And now you swear that; you’re being honest,
But you’re not honest, you never could be”
that’s exactly what i feel. i put in so much effort. and i spent a year of MY FUCKING LIFE. trying to get you to realize that you and me should be together. i spent a year of MY FUCKING LIFE being led on and lied to. a year i will NEVER get back. you stole it from me along with my heart. but what you fail to realize is, you’re throwing away the ONE guy thats NEVER treated you wrong, the one guy who ever TRUELY gave a fuck about you. the ONE guy whose been there when ever you need him. even when i didn’t want to be, i was there. and your throwing it away for a guy you’ve been cozy with for shorter than one of your oh so precious breaths. you can throw me a way and hopefully ill be recycled into something new and useful for someone else. you can quote me on that one if you want.
now tomorrow because of you, ill be forced to walk the halls with a smile on my fucking face that doesn’t belong. and if i survive the entire day like that, ill come home and quote fight club “i’d like to thank the academy”. because truth be told you’ll regret it. but i can’t lie. in a way I’m happy for you because from the start i’ve always wanted you to be happy. but that doesn’t change the fact that you destroyed me on the inside, you opened my mouth and dropped a supply of napalm down my throat. now i hope that when your with him, you think of me. i hope that the heart you killed haunts you in your sleep. and when you wake up, you wake up with a cold sweat. so if you ever happen to read this, all the times that we’ve had since March 25, 2009 have been faked in an attempt to spare some kind of friendship.