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It's not the end but it feels like it is I'm waking up like I'm back from the dead I'm stepping out and it feels so free But as long as I'm moving it's alright
I feel alive and it hurts for a change I'm looking back it's hard to believe That I was cool with the days that I wasted Complacent and tasteless and bored But that was yesterday
We're never going back to ok (ok) We're never going back to easy We're never going back to the way it was We're never going back to ok
Ok ok ok Ok ok ok
This discontent like a slap in the face A mediocre I've had enough of this place This party's over and I'm moving away From the frills of your Beverly Hills But that was yesterday
We're never going back to ok (ok) We're never going back to easy We're never going back to the way it was We're never going back to ok
We're here to stay This is our time My only life Our chance to live
Yeah We're never going back to ok (ok) We're never going back to easy We're never going back to the way it was We're never going back to ok (ok) We're never going back to ok (ok) We're never going back to the way it was We're never going back to ok (ok) We're never going back to ok (ok)
Ok ok ok Ok ok
* * *
Oh but you took it too seriously.
I didn't actually imply that it was done.
Just sayin'.
* * *
Seriously?
After this long?
And that's what you're still thinking?
It amazes me how someone with a functional brain can be that stupid.
I mean, I'm not much of a genius but I'm not that dumb either.
I'll admit though, this was dumb.
Dumber than dumb.
Looking at it, I don't even know what compelled me to get into it.
The feeling of 'I wish I never did' is becoming strapping.
But after it all, don't you see the other things?
No wonder you're pointing the finger.
In this instance, I wonder if ignorance is bliss.
Some are dying to know, but well, the responsibility is taxing.
I'd much rather not advertise, if you know what I mean.
* * *
You're just a liar, through and through.
Oh by the way, your pants are on fire.
Again.
* * *
The bigger person in him just let it slide.
It's such a pity he didn't pursue it though.
It would've been fun to watch.
And cheer. ;]
* * *
I no longer feel that way those sad love songs depict.
I'm not sorry if you do.
And I can't return it.
* * *
And so yeah, you don't know shit.
That was actually pretty hilarious.
Making you feel oh-so-important.
For making a fool out of yourself.
* * *
Well, from the way I treated you, I don't think it holds anymore.
It truly is a case of 'you don't know what you've got until it's gone'.
Well, I'll be like Monique turning to her friends and saying, "I tried".
I really did.
Though I can't say 'no regrets' with conviction.
* * *
Staring helplessly at the trial of destruction left behind.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010, 1:28:00 AM
It was wrong.
How wrong?
Just wrong.
I know, but how so?
Too close.
Yes, I think so too.
* * *
You know, I think the reason for you missing me does not have to do with the lie that you still care about me.
To put it crudely, you're just feeling like a lost ant.
No wait, ants have colonies.
Let's see.
A lost child.
Yes, I think that's better.
You just temporarily needed someone to fill up that chasm in you.
Missing the times and missing me are two different things.
And I'll bet you got confused.
---
But either way, thanks for letting me know that you(r other head) still miss(es) me.
But it's such a pity I don't return the feeling, yes?
No.
* * *
It that's what you call 'best friends', you should seriously reconsider your definition of 'friends'.
Best friends do not insult each other, even at the worst of times.
Much less insult their mothers.
* * *
I can't be bothered with your fucking mood swings.
Please, for the love of all things good, or yourself, for this matter, stop being so childish!
You know, and I thought I was bad!
To be honest, I'm only putting up with you because I don't want to cause a scene.
And most importantly, I have decided that losing the others through this would just be fucked up.
Though now, I understand why so many people have problems with you.
Don't jump to conclusions and come biting me.
I didn't say who this was about. *halo ():D
---
But if society norms were nonexistent, I would've screwed you over long ago.
Just because we're your friends (or 'friends' - I can't decide which), it doesn't mean that you can put us through your crap and expect us to take it lying down.
I'm low on tolerance but I've been nice.
Push it one more time, and I'll give you the hardest stare I've ever given to anyone.
And if you still insist on your antics afterwards, then we'll see what happens from there. :)
I've been keeping my claws at bay.
But a bitch fight would probably do me some good right now. :)
All the pent up anger is making me edgy.
And though I'm not as close to them as I'd liked, I detest the way you put them through your shit, then expect them to be there when your tantrum's worn itself out.
We have tempers too, you know.
* * *
I'm sorry.
I truly am.
I know karma's a real bitch.
But I hope it doesn't bite me.
At least give me points for trying to fix it?
I'm not sure if I should continue to wait.
Are you ignoring me, or have you even seen it?
Since you have given me no choice by cutting me off, I can't tell which is which.
I don't need much.
Just need to know.
If you can't get yourself to talk, an okay or no-go will suffice.
---
But well, no reply.
Guess I'm done here.
Though when facing this, I'm having mixed feelings.
But whatever, it takes two to tango.
Not going to wait around forever.
But what about what you said?
That you would be there?
Where are you now?
I miss having you in my life.
I know you'd say it's too late.
But I'm on my knees now.
I know how hard it was for you to do what you had to.
But I'm dying inside, everyday.
I fear that things would take on an even more unpleasant turn.
But the reason why...
Oh, screw this.
I'm taking one last shot.
And if it still doesn't work.
Well, you can't blame me for not trying.
* * *
It's killing me inside, but I will never show how much the pain is eating me.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010, 12:48:00 PM
Oh how fucking rad!
I found a song, exactly describing how I feel.
Exactly.
You've got to read it, at the very least.
Friday I'll Be Over U - Alison Iraheta
Oh yeah
Monday Tuesday we were cool Wednesday I found out 'bout you Caught my heart by tellin' lies You weren't what you advertised
But silly me to believe Oh oh oh I was unique When I'm there you put on show Oh oh oh you gotta go
'Cause what's true about you Who are you when I'm gone Wanted to be with you Don't know what I was on
'Cause you got me to forget me Oh oh oh you know that's true Yeah you got me to forget me So Friday I'll be over you
Oh yeah
No no I ain't gonna cry Go and be with her tonight I really don't care what you do 'Cause Friday I'll be over you
And silly me to believe Oh oh oh I was unique When I'm there you put on a show Oh oh oh you gotta go
'Cause what's true about you Who are you when I'm gone Wanted to be with you Don't know what I was on
'Cause you got me to forget me Oh oh oh you know that's true Yeah you got me to forget me So Friday I'll be over you
Oh yeah Oh yeah
Silly me to believe When I'm there you put on a show Oh oh oh you know that's true
Oh oh
'Cause you got me to forget me Whoa Yeah you got me to forget me So Friday I'll be over you
'Cause what's true about you Who are you when I'm gone Wanted to be with you Don't know what I was on
'Cause you got me to forget me Oh oh oh you know that's true Yeah you got me to forget me So Friday I'll be over you
If you miss me, I'm already over you.
Fuck it, because I couldn't find that picture.
Maybe I should've posted this on Friday just to make it more ironic.
Because the first Friday, I realised I ran dry.
* * *
Alright so, before I begin.
This is going to be a bitchy post where the claws are half extended.
So, get lost if you don't want a healthy dose of bitchiness.
And I'm just going to be straight here because you need to know.
And I like to throw things in your face. :D
* * *
I'm not going to stick around forever, just waiting for you to wake the fuck up.
You had your chance, you blew it.
I'm not someone who gives out second chances easily.
You had the opportunity to fix it, but you didn't act on it.
Besides, I now see what scum you are.
So don't fathom me taking you back.
Because it will never happen.
* * *
*poof*
* * *
And seriously, I swear you are fucking slow.
At a time like this, when I'm already over you; a million times over, I hear this from you.
Oh don't worry, it didn't ruin my day.
It just gave me something to laugh about.
Don't tell me, for all these past months, you have not been reading what I've been putting out?
If you haven't, now's still not too late to start.
And besides, erasing your existence from my life wasn't that difficult.
Considering what we had was only on the epidermis.
And after everything I've done to set myself right, I'd like it very much if you'd leave me the fuck alone.
And my family as well.
Buttering up to them will not change my mind about you.
* * *
Oh oh, I see where all these stemmed from.
You had a dream about us banging each other.
Typical!
My first thought was your fucking physical tendencies.
Actually, to be honest, I hated that.
And I never want to go there again.
Never.
* * *
Oh, and coming from you?
I know what your 'good times' meant.
And did I ever mention that we have completely different definitions?
* * *
Oh yes, I totally forgot about your OCD.
That's what got me into this rut in the first place.
But I'm glad I climbed the fuck out.
* * *
And now, I have a burning urge to burn it.
Yes, pun intended.
But hey, at least it'll go up in a ball of flames and it'd be something pretty to watch.
* * *
Oh, and FYI, if you ever wondered, I stopped missing you eons ago.
If keeping me up at night was your intention, you should've tried harder.
I just hate how you think I'm hung up over you.
* * *
And listen, if all of the above was not clear enough for you, I'll state it simply here.
I don't want you in my life as much as I don't want to step on shit when I'm walking on the streets.
And you shall be much less than a stranger to me.
The whole thing we had was built on lies and lack of understanding.
You don't know how tired I was of pretending.
But you know I didn't believe most things you said.
Most times, I just let things be because I didn't want to fight.
And the last thing I thought you should know, I never did love you.
I'm not sure if you'd be surprised, but I couldn't love someone who didn't understand me.
Nor tried to.
I couldn't love someone like you.
And I know when you said you loved me, you didn't mean it.