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Yours truly

Nish, a nervous wreck. Plationic love, words, designer garb and records. Make me a mixtape and I'll be yours forever.

Hey Unloving, I'll love you ♥


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    • Monday, July 03, 2006

    I cried to sleep last night, I literally cried. It's tearing me apart and I've already fallen apart. It seems like it was my fault for loving you, it's my fault for getting hurt. It was all my fault. You don't seem to care, you do not care how I feel. Probably you care but you don't show it. All that matters to you is to attract other girls. I don't see the point in you doing this. You make me feel affected all the time and then it becomes my fault again. I can't always seem to call on you, wait for you, care for you, respect you, give in to you and tolerate all your nonsense. I knew all along I will feel the pain kicking in time and time again but I ignored that emotion and live a bloody facade. And this has to stop cause I can't take it anymore. You take me lightly, you so DO NOT take me seriously. I played the game by all the rules. You're dominant, so be it. You're possesive, so be it. Your vulgarities, so be it. Your hurt me physically, so be it. I tried to make you feel that this is not right and it's unbecoming of you, bt I failed once again. I tried to care, bt I felt tt I was taking control. Your pride was stronger than all these little things. You made me feel like a LOSER at times, nevermind I said. I am sadder but I am wiser too. You get lectures from your parents, it's my fault. I take all the blame, so be it. You always made me feel like a FUCKIN' SLUT, I gave my whole soul, body and mind to you. You never respected my dignity, NEVER.


    ♥ Sayonara.
    12:50 PM