|Current mood:|| contemplative|
Its not my imagination now..
I don’t understand why I put myself through some things. Why I even thought it was anything other then being used.. being a puppet. So the truth finally reveals itself.
-- Hadley83h@netscape.net (James Hadley Boyer) wrote:
OR was I being ignored? Oh, and a couple of your friends have been IM'n me wondering about you. What do you want me to tell them?
-- email@example.com (hello kitty) wrote:
nope it wasn’t ur imagination... heres some facts u should know...
fact 1:the hospital changed me
fact 2:i now know thats its actually ur brother i liked all along
fact 3:wtf was i thinkin
-blonde and to dumb to know it
I think it was supposed to hurt me more... To make me feel worse. But, all I feel now is more free to do what I want to. I know I already had this freedom, though I convinced myself it wasn't completely over at one point. I can see past that now. Well at least this was the end of a chapter in my life... probably the shortest.
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