I called, I texted, I asked, I worried, I tried.
Un-fucking-believable. Its my fault now. Fuck you I don't deserve this. I'm finished with you and your shit and I'm taking back everything I had to give. I don't want you. Not anymore.
And I have no more love to give so take your shit and leave.
Suicide, blasphemy and make-believe.
Is it time to revolt yet?
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Posted by
Michelle
at
5:36 PM
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