Sunday, April 5, 2009

Eight.

Fuck writing
Fuck screaming
Fuck crying.
Fuck life.


Im so sick of you trying to tell me what to do.
So fucking sick of you.


I am not dating you anymore, you dont control me you dont own me you dont tell me what to do. I will do whatever I want. Be whoever I want to be. See who ever I want to see.
Fall in love with whoever I want to fall in love with.
You cant control me


I dont understand why I get so upset when he tells me what to do when he beats me down for who I do or what I do or how I am. I hate how he made me stop eating things, stop doing things. Got rid of me when he didnt need me and manipulate me into thinking he loved me when he wanted me.

So sick.
So sick of this.

So sick of feeling rejected when I just want to be held. So sick of being the one who gets depressed
and feels so fucking down.
So sick.
So sick of this.

Crying when I feel no love.
Crying when Im so angry.
Crying when I want you to love me.
Love me just fucking love me.
I want you and I want everything to do with you. Unlike the other bastard you dont control me you tell me I can do as I please. I could probably get hooked on herion and youd probably still love me.
At least I hope so.
Though Id never do hard drugs.
Though Id never leave you.
Im so afraid youll leave me.
Have to make you happy otherwise youll leave.
Have to apologize for everything I do if I upset anyone its all becasue of me.
All because of me.

Forgive me for getting depressed.
Just hold me. keep me from getting undressed.
Keep me sane
Keep me alive.
Keep me from being bad.
Love me just love me.

I just need to calm down.
I trust you.
I just need to calm down.
I love you.

Though its much to fast to say I love you its just there it just it feels so real. I hope its real. I hope we last longer than three months, I hope we last longer then eleven longer then twenty seven.
I hope youll be around for a really long time. I hope you call me dude for as long as you live. I hope your always happy when your around. I hope you never feel discontent. Its not you its not you who makes me feel so alone. Its others who just dont care. You care
You care.
I hope you care..

I trust you.
I do.
With everything.

Just ask me a question and Ill tell you the story.
Just talk to me.
Just cuddle me.
Just hold me.

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