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 Day 1.
So here goes the big walk away.
Time to let go... again.
This isn't just a break from talking is it?
This is the end. The complete and utter end.
I can't even look at a picture of your face. Everytime i do i feel another piece of my heart fall to the floor.
It's brutal this love buisness.
You would have thought the most beautiful feeling in the world would be easy.

So i'm going to give it a try. Not for myself, Not because it's the easy option, Not because i want to, But because i'm doing it for you.

If you believe that is what you want at this moment in time then fine.

Magic number. You have such a complex about the number of people i have slept with. 7 is not that many.

I'm gunna hold my head up high and carry on like my heart is not breaking.

I'm gunna try for you to stop but, Without you i don't think i can.

I'm not really a person without you. I'm just a feeling. Your the only thing that makes me human.

I miss you already. So much so. More than anything.

You treated me like complete shit and not once have you turned around and thanked me for anything. I don't mind though thats okie. You push me away and i fight to get closer.

I just wish you'd fight for me Alex. You don't love me if you can just walk away like this. You don't love me if you just want to forget me.

So i'm going to test the water again. Go from man to man untill i find another. You use drugs and alcohol to forget me, I use other men. I think it's a women thing. Or a slut thing.

I'm not a slut i just like sex. I'm just honest about liking sex and about sex. That does not make me a slut.

I do not really have anything to say.

Other than nothing.

Other than i can't live without him. Utterly perfetic and sterotypical of a women. It's true though. Makes no diffrences to the facts.

I want him.
I love him.
He does not want me.
He does not love me.
Nothing ever changes.

Time to bury that one then. Time to move on. Time to let go. 

Time to heal... again.




    Posted by molly_desire on 2008-05-06 17:27:59 | Rating: | Views: 57
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I really like this post, much of the same feelings as I have. He's really sensitive about the sex too.. What's up with that? I don't understand. Oh well. I think it's more about my age than about the amount of people I've slept with.

In darkness... When survival is assured, you have to learn to live again. Transform. Evolve. Heal.
Posted by  incense  on 2008-05-13 17:33:34 
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