with you, I'd dance in a storm.

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clarice
25 June

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Want it;
Dream it.

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I feel like a fool.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Damn fucking pain.

Just for once I don’t feel like doing anything. For once I don’t feel like retaliating. I’m tired of fighting back. He thinks love is like that. Come and go as you please. If only it was that easy isn’t it. He just says it like as if it didn’t matter. What about me now? So I’m not human? I don’t have feelings?

Hah, I should have known. Clarice why? Why did you ever let your guard down? Why did you let yourself fall in love? Why, are you that stupid?

Fine. I don’t feel like bothering anymore. I won’t fucking care about what you do. From now on, whatever you do will not concern me anymore. Whatever you do will not hurt me anymore. You can do whatever pleases you as and when you like.

Is this what he expects from love? That my actions will affect him but his will not affect mine? Am I wrong to have feelings? You always says that I do and say things to hurt you, then what about you?

You speak as if I can’t feel pain. If you want to leave, go ahead. Don’t ever turn back and bother about what happened to me. Don’t come back for me when I’ve fallen down. Don’t see the damaged you’ve done, don’t look at the wounds on me.

 

i never learn from my mistakes, stupid;
clarice


[♥ clarice] danced at 10:51 PM