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miércoles, febrero 28, 2007
my happy ending

[G:\müsik\13-Everything you want - Vertical Horizon-Modern Rock.mp3]


Some minutes ago I had a conversation with D. Well, there aren't many things to say about it, but now I can say it finally ended. I feel a bit relieved, though, somehow he got kinda mad at me and said that he wanted explanations about everything I did.

WHAT THE FUCK, YOU SCREWED UP MY MIND AT FIRST, LOL. All that thing about "multi-personalities", oh crap and what about the strange girl who sent you tons of lovey-dovey gifts? I hated it, that and the fact that you kissed her, or let her kiss you, it's the same anyway. And I still wonder what was all that shit about "my fears" for, GOD I WAS TRAUMATIZED BY YOU, BUT THE REASON IS LIKE KILOMETERS FAR AWAY FROM WHAT YOU THINK IT'S THE "TRUTH".

Sometimes, I really wanna know what's in your mind. Sometimes, not.

And stop that crap of "be happy, 'cause i can't", shit, it's not like I was the last girl on Earth! There are LOTS of women, same thing goes for me, someday I'll found someone just for me, who doesn't get involved in nasty rumors (not even gay rumors), who's mature and well-centered. Someone who'll have respect for other people's belongings. Someone who's so not like you.

I'm soooo sorry for rejecting you, my dear, my first, but I'm serious this time (as in X-mas). Please, go away. Don't bother yourself in coming back.


Be happy, because I will be, also.
Peace.

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