support @ 2011-02-12T01: 23:00
I get angry. Tell me you never gave me a reason. That's because you have no idea how should have been like, the texts that you should have written me and how crazy I would like you were for me.
Do not you understand? You any hint of sentiment is queer, so very simple. Samples are only good when feelings are directed at you, or not even. So you're thinking and that hurts me not to see during the week, or do you approach it may be a bit ugly accompanied me home no more than two or three times in three years, does not understand what bothers me that you have never deigned to write anything.
things I want. Some of them I have got you this past year. Some, I've gotten in recent months, when I said he could not Masy I wanted to quit. But I can not pretend that the process had not existed. Do not ask me to forget that for a long time I hid from your friends, your family, I rationed visits, you do say you preferred to go only for comics, and so on.
and respect other women, I've done less often. Therefore I came to believe it. And to me, that is present, and when you get to pavonearte about how much he likes women, makes me want to kill you.
I regret, all that weighs me like a stone. Because from the minute one of our relationship I wanted to just get this (and beyond) and while we're getting, I do not know how long we will take or whether, finally, have deserved the penalty.
And now that you're not. Since you do not to throw things at everything that moves. I do not know if you want to fuck Shizuka or not, it is within you and only you know for sure. But when I asked you to write me a haiku I wrote a fucking. And then copied it to her. And not even expect that I came to learn ever. And never in all these years I've written anything or have tried to amend this crap, rather than asking for forgiveness.
And I can not forget, because when I think it hurts, it hurts me deeply that I've never appreciated in this way, the way that I appreciate you, with the millions of pages I have written you, for you, and you've never returned to me. Or inspired you, or you love me or all these things I want to be, I need to feel that I am.
have no illusions. You can not buy a surprise gift, even for those of kings I have to go with you and I choose them in person. Where is the romance, fantasy, the show the other person that is special ...?
And now this whore asks you to write to her and as there is money in the middle or what you think. It's all so sad. I've spent years trying to write, encouraging you, telling you how good you are, telling everyone of your skills. And whenever I told you, always told me shit and I've tried like I was crazy. And now comes this bitch, gives you money, tells you that your bar buddies will get into the project (if you call them, if you convince them) and off you go. Realize is that.
not do more than confirm what we already know. My opinion for you do not have shit. What I read is bullshit, what I hear is crap, what I think is crap, what I feel is shit ... your way is always right, your way of doing things, your feelings or lack of them, your opinion .... Is that I doubt that I want. What the hell do you want from me? If you do not even know me, I do not know shit, you have not bothered to know who is the person who buys the magazine, I remember you have a dentist appointment and gives you cuddle at night but not want to because I really do not want, do not like.
Well. I do not dislike, but then why the hell are with me, do you want me, do you want? get me out of life? I do not deserve to be cared for and loves me and cuddled me and I have cherry-picked and walked me home, and watch out for me? Merezcoo I be with someone who does not take three years to tell me he loves me? I do not deserve to be with someone that I write, I sing, I draw, I make collages, showing me he loves me? Your
are demonstrations of love to sleep over me the weekend. Do you realize? Do you know how, taking home, he would willingly sleep with me all weekend and if it were necessary?
I have no fucking tears.
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