I've known you all my life and you still amuse me. Sometimes I like you, sometimes I don't. It's confusing, like you.
You gave me the worst time of my life. I used to feel a little jealous for you, but now it's over cause I realized that my life is better than yours. Sex, drugs.. you erased innocence from my head. Hate is a strong word, but I do hate you.
The one thing I regret happened thanks to you. Looking back, I realize that I never did love you. I feel full of shame everytime I think of you.
You were the start of a new begining. We cried together for lost lovers, and you can never imagine how much I appreciate the fact that you never judge a word of what I say. And eventhough we rarely see eachother, I'll always love you.
You introduced me to a side of myself that I never knew existed. I got the biggest crush on you I have ever had, but as soon as I talked to you, it vanished. Too much of an asshole I guess.
A lot of emotions: love, hope, dislike.. I'd rather not think of you.
Do you ever think of reading what I tell you on msn and maybe then you'll notice that I don't like talking to you?
I don't have the courage to tell you that I feel emberassed everytime I kiss you.
You give me mixed feelings. You're a very good friend of mine, but I don't know if I should trust you. You treat me as if I'm some kind of an idol for you, and that confuses me. I like our long phone conversations and drool together whenever we think of apple delight.
I recently discovered that you have a soft-spot for me, and that scared the shit out of me.
I don't trust you... at all.
You make me puke. It's funny how people change and become worse.. you're the best example.
Whore. I pity you for liking the fact that you're a whore.
I'm glad it happened. I was falling in love with you, and finding out you're the total opposite of what I had imagined, opened my eyes and closed my heart.
I never liked you.
I don't like you character or mental wise, but I like our late night conversations.
You used me. Hilarious.
You've got a big mouth and you're a pervert, but I love you.
Till this day I can't figure out why you've tried so hard to destroy my life, but I guess that you noticed that no one likes you, so you gave up.
I miss you.
Printer-y
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
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