All her dreams are made of strawberry lemonade . . .

non sei diverso. non sei sincero...

it makes me sad, despite what anyone else would care to believe.

I especially love how I'm not allowed to be angry about something i should rightfully be angry about.. but then the moment there's a way to pinpoint it onto me to bury me in blame.. then by all means, let's turn it completely around and shovel it on.. shovel it on. Let's absolve you of all your wrong doings... because God forbid if I'm hurt or pissed off by someone's actions. So.. all i can do is write about it shamelessly on here where it falls upon deaf ears. Because.. as we already know... people would rather crawl and hide away than admit their errors.. and for the life of me, i will forever fail to understand how these things work and how they will continue to occur in many scenes to come.


it didn't have to be this way.





So long, farewell, auf wiedersehn, goodbye...








2 comments:

David said...

People suck :(

Anonymous said...

I won't attempt to match David's eloquent remark, but the way I see it you're taking back a little piece of yourself you gave away and left to mend it on your own.

We all have to do it sometime.