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Damaged Much.
Written on: Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Time: 6:39 AM
Things have definitely changed. You are not being who you are usually being. It hurts to see someone who used to loves me with his heart, cares about me & understands me became the opposite. I don't know what has gone wrong. I understand, not everyone is perfect. Infact, nobody is. But what you're doing to me, it hurts. EVERYTIME without fail. Its so different from how you treated me back then.
I confronted you. But you were too busy doing you things. You spitted on me with words, saying I've changed. I'm self-destructing. I'm not stopping with those arguements. Nothing will make you realize what you're doing. Especially what you're doing to me.
Maybe, just MAYBE you're not changing. Just, like to see me hurt. Due to those mistakes I've done. How I've hurt you. But, I changed. I proved to you. It doesn't matter how many times I did proved to you, but I did. Its not the quantity that matters but its the quality.
I practically did almost everything. To make you realize about us. You barely appreciate me and the things I do for you anymore.
You can even say things like, you support another girl no matter what I said about her, but you never ONCE stood up for me nor supported me in things I want to do. Whenever I had my bad flashback, you'll comfort and cheer me up. But not anymore. Your texts today hurt me so much. It actually made me rushed to the mall's loo, to cry the shit out of it.
Really, I can't do the crying everynight. Not every single night. I'm at the edge.
You can do anything you want. But when its MY turn, you practically fuss, complained and say mean and sacarstic words to me.
I said to myself, I'll never give myself to another. Like how I gave it to you. You don't even recognize or know how you're treating me. I belive at times, when you needed me, I'm there. But now, you're BARELY even there for me. No more.
You made me fell for you so badly. But you're not treating me right. You used to treat me so well. Everything fitted like a picture perfect. But not anymore. It's like I don't even KNOW who you are right now.
You no longer care if I cried, or hurt so deeply inside, or HOW unhappy I am. You just don't & won't care, as long as I follow you way and words, you'll be happy.
No, this post if not about trashing you. Its about making you realize, HOW i'm feeling. Don't you know how much I'm crying while typing this post? But if you still wont and don't want to realize, then fine. I'm tired. I really need a rest.
The only problem is, that you was using me.
In a different way, I was using you.
-Rihanna, Rehab.
Try listening to,
Rihanna - Rehab
Rihanna ft. Neyo - Hate That I Love You
Ashanti - Foolish
Paramore - Decode
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Damaged Much.
Written on: Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Time: 6:39 AM
Things have definitely changed. You are not being who you are usually being. It hurts to see someone who used to loves me with his heart, cares about me & understands me became the opposite. I don't know what has gone wrong. I understand, not everyone is perfect. Infact, nobody is. But what you're doing to me, it hurts. EVERYTIME without fail. Its so different from how you treated me back then.
I confronted you. But you were too busy doing you things. You spitted on me with words, saying I've changed. I'm self-destructing. I'm not stopping with those arguements. Nothing will make you realize what you're doing. Especially what you're doing to me.
Maybe, just MAYBE you're not changing. Just, like to see me hurt. Due to those mistakes I've done. How I've hurt you. But, I changed. I proved to you. It doesn't matter how many times I did proved to you, but I did. Its not the quantity that matters but its the quality.
I practically did almost everything. To make you realize about us. You barely appreciate me and the things I do for you anymore.
You can even say things like, you support another girl no matter what I said about her, but you never ONCE stood up for me nor supported me in things I want to do. Whenever I had my bad flashback, you'll comfort and cheer me up. But not anymore. Your texts today hurt me so much. It actually made me rushed to the mall's loo, to cry the shit out of it.
Really, I can't do the crying everynight. Not every single night. I'm at the edge.
You can do anything you want. But when its MY turn, you practically fuss, complained and say mean and sacarstic words to me.
I said to myself, I'll never give myself to another. Like how I gave it to you. You don't even recognize or know how you're treating me. I belive at times, when you needed me, I'm there. But now, you're BARELY even there for me. No more.
You made me fell for you so badly. But you're not treating me right. You used to treat me so well. Everything fitted like a picture perfect. But not anymore. It's like I don't even KNOW who you are right now.
You no longer care if I cried, or hurt so deeply inside, or HOW unhappy I am. You just don't & won't care, as long as I follow you way and words, you'll be happy.
No, this post if not about trashing you. Its about making you realize, HOW i'm feeling. Don't you know how much I'm crying while typing this post? But if you still wont and don't want to realize, then fine. I'm tired. I really need a rest.
The only problem is, that you was using me.
In a different way, I was using you.
-Rihanna, Rehab.
Try listening to,
Rihanna - Rehab
Rihanna ft. Neyo - Hate That I Love You
Ashanti - Foolish
Paramore - Decode
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I'm known as a tantrum-thrower with mood swings. Its bad, but, this is me.
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Basically, I will go nuts and gaga over shoes that make me go horny and lick my lips. No, I'm not materialistic, but I do love branded-goods. Like, which girl doesn't?
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