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|kit_katt (profile) wrote, |
on 4-3-2003 at 8:52pm
|Current mood: If you figure it out, tell me
Music: I wish I were the rain-Shedaisy/ Use me- Plus One
Subject: Old Habits
|I hate my consious. (I also wish I could spell).
I should feel bad for the things I said, I know I should, but I really don't. *Is frusterated* If I'm suppose to hate him, they why do I still keep him in my prayers, and worry because he will never be able to have what he desires if he doesn't realize the bitterness he holds against his one lost love? *sigh* I shouldn't be worrying about this. He hates me, I'm not exactly fond of him. So why should I bother? Everytime I try to get close, he always thinks I have some sort of hidden motive, so then he attacks me in anyway possible *growls* which really really agitates me. But I can't tell him that I don't want to hurt him, that I am only trying to be what he wants so badly, a friend. Not that he would care, he still thinks that I'm an immature, insecure, child. And I still think that he's a grumpy, bitter, old man. So why do I bother worrying about his happiness?
I guess old habits die hard.
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