Damn.
Can’t talk shit about you on Facebook anymore (;
August 2010
Take My Hand: Mr. Wrong →
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Easing you out of my life is the hardest thing I had to do. It was going as smooth as possible. And then suddenly I was sucked back in. I was suppose to let you go, and then one moment changed it all. Some phone call shouldn’t effect me, but it did. Its like all I wanted you to say to me. You did….
it’s not fair casey. they smooth talk and everything they say is so perfect, its like they read your mind and it’s all lies. They just fuck our brains up. they make us fuckign crazy. you worded this perfect. alot of feelings i’ve felt but couldnt put in words.
we really need some therapy from all theses assholes. i don’t understand why we keep putting up with it. it makes me sick. and im the one doing it. loren, we do need help. haha.
Agreed. apparently we like the abuse, it’s just a cycle and a game that we’re stuck in. we crave the dissappointment.
I couldn’t have said it better myself. You are exactly right. On key. We are the type of girls that date assholes, and try and keep them in our life for as long as possible.
Take My Hand: Mr. Wrong →
cas3ydilla.tumblr.com
Easing you out of my life is the hardest thing I had to do. It was going as smooth as possible. And then suddenly I was sucked back in. I was suppose to let you go, and then one moment changed it all. Some phone call shouldn’t effect me, but it did. Its like all I wanted you to say to me. You did….
it’s not fair casey. they smooth talk and everything they say is so perfect, its like they read your mind and it’s all lies. They just fuck our brains up. they make us fuckign crazy. you worded this perfect. alot of feelings i’ve felt but couldnt put in words.
we really need some therapy from all theses assholes. i don’t understand why we keep putting up with it. it makes me sick. and im the one doing it. loren, we do need help. haha.
Mr. Wrong
Easing you out of my life is the hardest thing I had to do. It was going as smooth as possible. And then suddenly I was sucked back in. I was suppose to let you go, and then one moment changed it all. Some phone call shouldn’t effect me, but it did. Its like all I wanted you to say to me. You did. Please realize this isn’t healthy for me. This isn’t how its suppose to be. My life has been flipped upside down, and I can’t get it back. You ruined how I look at relationships and people. It seems everyday I call you the same names. Asshole, Dick, Fucker, Douche bag. But deep down inside all I want to say to you is that; I love you. Its been a while now that I’ve realized this. I can’t get my life back to normal. I’m different with my friends. I’m different with my family. I’m a different person. And its all your fucking fault. I’m sick of crying, I’m sick of lying for you, I’m sick of YOU. I’m always so angry. So whats wrong with this picture? If I’m angry all the time, I cry, I hurt. Why is it I just can’t let you go? BECAUSE YOU FUCKED MY BRAIN UP SO MUCH I CAN’T LET GO! If only I could tell you this is person. If you really know how I felt. Maybe that’s when I could get over you. Let you go. Move on. But I’m afraid when I lose you it will be the worse thing. And that I’d rather be pushed around then not have you at all. I can’t think. I just want this all to end when I wake up. Make everything go away in a blink of an eye. I’m pretty sure you could care less about me, but for some reason I think more of you. Of us. I hope one day you know how much you hurt me, how much you killed me inside. And then regret every second of it. I just want to let go. Let you go. Fuck.
Mr. Wrong
Easing you out of my life is the hardest thing I had to do. It was going as smooth as possible. And then suddenly I was sucked back in. I was suppose to let you go, and then one moment changed it all. Some phone call shouldn’t effect me, but it did. Its like all I wanted you to say to me. You did. Please realize this isn’t healthy for me. This isn’t how its suppose to be. My life has been flipped upside down, and I can’t get it back. You ruined how I look at relationships and people. It seems everyday I call you the same names. Asshole, Dick, Fucker, Douche bag. But deep down inside all I want to say to you is that; I love you. Its been a while now that I’ve realized this. I can’t get my life back to normal. I’m different with my friends. I’m different with my family. I’m a different person. And its all your fucking fault. I’m sick of crying, I’m sick of lying for you, I’m sick of YOU. I’m always so angry. So whats wrong with this picture? If I’m angry all the time, I cry, I hurt. Why is it I just can’t let you go? BECAUSE YOU FUCKED MY BRAIN UP SO MUCH I CAN’T LET GO! If only I could tell you this is person. If you really know how I felt. Maybe that’s when I could get over you. Let you go. Move on. But I’m afraid when I lose you it will be the worse thing. And that I’d rather be pushed around then not have you at all. I can’t think. I just want this all to end when I wake up. Make everything go away in a blink of an eye. I’m pretty sure you could care less about me, but for some reason I think more of you. Of us. I hope one day you know how much you hurt me, how much you killed me inside. And then regret every second of it. I just want to let go. Let you go. Fuck.
