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addictive
I throw all of your stuff away. I’m gonna clear you out of my head. I tear you out of my heart.
And ignore all your messages. I tell everyone we are through. 'Cause I'm so much better without you.
But it’s just another pretty lie. 'Cause I break down.
Every time you come around. So how did you get here under my skin? I swore that I'd never let you back in.
Should have known better in trying to let you go. 'Cause here we go go go again.
Hard as I try I know I can't quit. Something about you is so addictive.
We're falling together. you'd think that by now I'd know. cause here we go go go again.


Saturday, February 28, 2009, 2:17 PM
Erroneous

at the end of the journey, there's no one who cares, but only, God. The only friend who will never fail you through thick and thin. This once vague sentence became ever so crystal clear to me last night. This morning, I pondered to myself, thinking who to confide, and I could think of no name.

The superficialty of my friendships which I've so prominently disregarded.

Those stinging tears of the failures, insecurities, agonizing scoldings, pent up stress and frustration, stirred up hatred, and the most - the drift away from God.
Whatever I could release, I did. Till there was nothing left to cry for.

Anyhow, whatever it is, Priscilla, thanks. It's been a long time. I'm sorry, it seems like I don't know what's in my life anymore.

A fucking bitch and unreliable person, that's what I am.

I deserve this.

all i can do, is hate myself.

maybe, maybe I'll find a way to end this, everything, me.