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im your everyday nonsensical, stitch loving, stupidly annoying girl who judges you.






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Friday, August 21, 2009
What am i?

Am i your toy? Or am i just another somebody to you? Coming four years, u are treating me more badly compared to before. Is the past all but a pretense? Or was it a dream that never happened? So many questions but all with no answers. I lie awake thinking and crying. Crying about our sweet life. Crying over our bitter present. Is it worth crying? I find myself asking over and over. Would i be better without you? Would my heart ache less? I find no answers.
Why would i even allow myself to go thru all of this? Why am i so weak emotionally? I used to be strong. I used to be independent. I used to be happy. But what am i now?
I feel so pathetic. Being treated in such insulting way and i didnt even do anything. I feel ashamed. And to think that the person closest to me, the person i love the most would be the one thats hurting me the most.

'Why are u crying?'

You tell me.