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Monday, September 22, 2008

pains and what nots

It's funny how much a guy can change for a girl. It's funny how they can change from a perfectly nice guy to an ass for the sake of one girl. It's weird how when you're away from her, you're an entire different person. Someone who we all like more, but when the topic of her comes out, you become overprotective. You'd strike like a blind cat.

Have you ever realised how many girls you'd hurt because of her. How you left so many friends to be with her? Boy you got your priorities wrong. Girl over friend? nah uh man. That ain't the way. Sometimes I feel like I really need to slap some sense into yah. But hey, who am I to boss you around? You are you. YOU live your life. There's nothing I can do to change you except maybe talk to you. But the thing is, am i WILLING to talk to you, when you're such an ass? sorry mate. No can do. so it's either her or your friends take it or leave it.

Remember the times we had? all the GREAT FUN times we had that seem oh-so-distant now? The time when she never came up in your head, the time when we could talk about anything in the world together and laugh along to it? Along comes her, and now we never talk. You're never there. NEVER.
I used to miss you. that's right. i USED to. and everytime i talked to you, it'd be a hasty reply of "sorry". Sorry is only meant to be used when you mean it pal. Don't say it if you dont mean it. As time went on, i stopped thinking of our moments together. Well, not really, they still pop up sometimes =\ but oh wells, the point i'm making, is that I stopped missing you. I stopped wanting to talk to you. If you didn't wanna talk to me, that wasn't my problem. Cos to put it bluntly, I don't care. Why should I care about you when you dont? pointless.

Then came the day when you compforted me at my hour of need. It's been a million years since we last talked, or so it seems, and then you walk back into my vision. You lent me your shoulder as i cried, and I realised how much I missed you. You hugged me and told me to cheer up. and i realised how much i missed talking to you and hearing your voice. You a dmit to me that we havent talkked in a while, and it was YOUR fault. you apologize only, the next day your'e back to her.

We're back to where we started. Dude, what's the point in this friendship? One where you just keep walking in and out. Cutting and healing me. Givin me hope and then burning them

This kind of friendship, i don't need. I'm better off without it. And even if it's not for me, stop hurting my friends. I know you can do better than that.

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