my health is getting the better of me.
i am tired.
almost every second.
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i have a million and one things to blog about, but perhaps this isn't the place to let it all out. but a particular phonecall has struck a nerve, and perhaps i will be blogging about you.
i swear, i have had enough. i bet that you're going to stop trying and you're just going to go back to her anyway. the two of us are not choices that you have. we're chances for you. and you can only have one chance to prove your love to ONE of us. but i've waited long and hard enough. if she's as important to you as i am, then i'd rather not be important at all.
now you're left with only one chance and i know you'll take it.
and fuck, if you think it's easy for me then it's not fucking true. but i am not going to breakdown now and let you in again, only to face all the shit you give me when you return. i am not about to (as quoted by the bitch) "believe whatever you say", "fight for you" or "hold on to you" just because i want you to be mine.
love is not a or about competition.
love is about wanting the other person to be happy.
and you never make me happy.
because i always find out the hurtful truth one way or another.
the way i just did cause the bitch just called me. hah!
crocodile tears never seemed so fake, now, did it? (:
i will so keep my promise. ;) i will. and oh, you can get your money from your bitch since she still owes you money anyway, or do you love her too much that you'd rather get a sentence? :D
hahaha.
:D
p/s: i told you i can hate you anytime i wanted to. i told you so.
i thought and wondered at 7:20 PM
