14 June 2009

Seriously, who needs someone who only sleeps, breathes and cries?

Sometimes sometimes somtimes I wish that he just once would have wanted me sometime during the months I laid sleepless, got my self drunk, staid home from friends, wrote 2 dairies, scribbled his name tired, wrote fucking poems about every fucking inch of him. Couldn't he had loved me even once, just a little bit?

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