september 2nd, 2004 / 1:06 a.m.

not even in a million years could i find the words to articulate to you how much this means to me. and yet you throw it in my face. you fucking say the exact words that you know will tear me apart. you treat it like a game. how many times do i have to tell you that it's only you? whatever. i quit. soon you'll be gone. farther away in distance and even more in heart. i hope he makes you as happy as i could of..cause i'd hate to think of you wondering what "might" have been, and how it "could" have been better. (he's a hint. it would have).

it's only september, and i can already tell it's going to be a long winter. someone start brewing the coffee...cause it's gonna be long nights trying to explain to myself where i went wrong.

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