To--
I really want to kill this blog so that the memories of my dumbass of a mistake and everything we almost, but never had could die with it. And perhaps, then, I can finally live and love freely, untainted by your words and the memories we created, but we never supposed to exist. We, our meeting and interaction, weren't supposed to happen.
What we had was pure... Bull Shit. Duh.
A waste of time. A waste of effort. A waste of tears. A waste of my sleepless nights. A waste of pain.
I find it pitifully ironic, how you were the same person to say that we should part ways permanently, and yet still come crawling back to me for dumb shit.
You could've had me. Could've.
Your loss. My gain.
-ht.
I really want to kill this blog so that the memories of my dumbass of a mistake and everything we almost, but never had could die with it. And perhaps, then, I can finally live and love freely, untainted by your words and the memories we created, but we never supposed to exist. We, our meeting and interaction, weren't supposed to happen.
What we had was pure... Bull Shit. Duh.
A waste of time. A waste of effort. A waste of tears. A waste of my sleepless nights. A waste of pain.
I find it pitifully ironic, how you were the same person to say that we should part ways permanently, and yet still come crawling back to me for dumb shit.
You could've had me. Could've.
Your loss. My gain.
-ht.
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