� peeling the wallpaper � 2006-08-07 � 8:56 p.m. �
I need to find my voice.
I need to rid myself of angst.
I need... I need... I need.
I've decided that the days of perpetual forgiveness are over for me... the lucky ones have fucked up and been forgiven... but that part of me cannot exist anymore.
I will not forgive you because you want me to.
I will not miss you.
I will not want you.
I will not burn from the inside out.
I will not... I cannot... anymore.
Cry for a boy... but never over a boy... Miss the moments but not the man... Keep what he gave you in your heart-shaped box... and carry on filling the box with other things.
I don't care what makes it easier for you... this isn't about you anymore... for once... for once... it's about me.
And I say... fuck you.... no, no... fuck me... either way... we're both kind of fucked, aren't we?
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