the similarities are almost uncanny...
don't like, don't like, don't like.
but i must give everybody a chance of their own.
there is so much more to this situation that i do not like.....
an undying desire, an odd familiarity that is enticingly comfortable.
sighs
if only i could be more sure of myself... i turn my back for a split second and when i turn back around, i've managed to change.
rolls eyes
what a ridiculous excuse for a person.
life is surprisingly really good right now. and with the addition of one friend, i've realized that I actually have a lot more friends than i give myself credit for, even after the loss of a very close one.
it is honestly a shame and not a single day goes by when i do not wish for a different ending, but then i remember all of her lies and manipulations...
but for once, this isn't about you.
dear diary,
always remember to take each day one at a time.
1:18 a.m. - 2010-09-20
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