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Dear Boy,
I dont know what it is with you. I thought you were differnt, but once again, i thought wrong. You're not a child, you're an adult so u need to grow up. Maybe you don't respect me. Fine, i can deal with that. Maybe you need your space..everyone does sometimes. And as much as i like to be the strong girl who knows the right thing to do, it's hard. It's hard that you won't talk to me, won't tell me if something is wrong..it's hard that maybe that's it..finito..the end..we're over..but nothing hurts as much as not knowing, anticipating, driving myself crazy with all these thoughts, nothing hurts as much as the idea that today you don't care.. I'm waiting for the moment when i decide that i don't care..but until then..im bruised..but not broken..
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hang tough hon, hugs
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Posted by kentlass
on 2007-12-04 17:39:44
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