Monday, 6 September 2010
03:51:00 PM (GMT)
Holy motherfucking fucking shit.
I thought it was simple. Or at least as simple as these things can be.
I thought you would try and make this easier.
Fuck it. After this long, it falls apart now.
I was okay. I was happy. I was being sixteen without worrying about you.
Now this. This, and I'm back to square one if not worse.
I don't get it. Isn't there an ounce of shame in the matter? A bit of humility?
Fuck. It's getting more and more complicated the more I know about it.
I want out. I don't want to be a part of this. I want it to be your problem, not
But the thing it it's both our problems, and I can't even help it.
I want the fuck out. I want to get away and forget, completely.
I keep thinking of it and it makes me sick. It's literlly making me feel ill.
I want to break down and cry right here, right now. But he's here in front of me, and
I don't want him to know something's wrong. I don't want him to worry about me, and
yet I want to cry my eyes out.