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riddlemethis) wrote2012-01-03 01:13 am
riddlemethis) wrote2012-01-03 01:13 am
Well, so much for that
It turns out that life: it sucks.
I'm done. I'm going to move.
Turns out, no one gives a crap about me. It turns out that people that you think are sweet are liars. Liars that hurt you. That treat you like an object, they use you up and leave you alone. They let you wander in the dark without any memories to be picked up by your worst enemy. This was... terrible.
I hate my life. I hate everything.
And I'm leaving this journal. There's no need to help undesirable people contact me.
I'm done.
I'm done. I'm going to move.
Turns out, no one gives a crap about me. It turns out that people that you think are sweet are liars. Liars that hurt you. That treat you like an object, they use you up and leave you alone. They let you wander in the dark without any memories to be picked up by your worst enemy. This was... terrible.
I hate my life. I hate everything.
And I'm leaving this journal. There's no need to help undesirable people contact me.
I'm done.
Re: Don't Leave
I'm sorry. I never meant to treat you badly. I never meant for any of this to happen...
I know it doesn't mean anything to you now, but... I love you. I really love you.
Goodbye, Eddie. I hope I'll see you again.
Re: Don't Leave
I wish that meant something. God you have no idea how much I wish that.
Good bye, Jonathan.