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Tuesday, August 16, 2011
A Night in August
This is what I was afraid of.

The fear of losing a person keeps me from wanting to even have someone in the first place. And now looks like I'm probably going to lose something before it even began : )

I never asked you to stay. I never asked or forced you to try. From the start I was clear about what kind of messed up and emotionally unstable girl I am. It's just up to time to see WHEN the last straw will break the camel's back.

It's ok to give up. I'm used to that happening to me. Might as well do it before you get so sick of it that you can't even look at me anymore.

I never forced or asked you to do anything, and I never want to. Leave, or stay, on your own accord. You don't have to fill any roles or responsibilities to me.

Wondering why I am so messed up sometimes. Maybe I should best be left alone forever.

To wrap it up, photos of MY BIG FACE as usual..



A very over-used outfit.



And a very vain picture.

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