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Sunday, July 02, 2006
020706


i cant voice it out anymore. oh ya sure, go on and on about how wrong people are when they lecture you. goodness you, have you asked yourself how badly youve treated the girl. gees how can i forget, you can whine and complain and go on abt yourself that ooooh, she doesnt exist no more. ya sure, she stares at the convo box, wanting t tell you how terrible a first month she had, and she turns away t her blog. she knows now that crying no longer works. neither does inflictions nor self destruction. she's dead numb i suppose. friends are telling her it's NOT worthwhile. look how mighty and great you are. you're making a woman die for you.

she solves everyone else's problems but not hers.
once again,
fuck.