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♡ somebody's just got to go, heaven, it's an irritational blow.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009, 2:05 PM
I guess I can now say that I'm much less, recovered already.
But my throat's still burning.

I count the endless times you ignored me, erm well, though it doesn't really matter to me now.
I count the endless times you cajole me, attempting your silliest ways to make me feel better.
I count the endless times you used to love the way my responses are to you.
And all those were, may I say, an infinity-in-beyond's memories I would never want to forget in my youth days. But then things turned out to be really vague and I came to be clueless to what, to the circumstances, had happened.
I don't care if you will or will not be this entry's reader or not.
I don't care if you think I'm a petty and miss-trying-to-be-too-perfect 14 year old teenager.
I don't care if you assume this is not even you.
Reason, you DON'T CARE AN OUNCY INCHY INTO WHATEVER THAT I HAVE TO SAY.
I hate myself for posting this dang old story entry.
I hate myself for even attempting to post this entry.
I hate myself cause deep down inside o' me, I wanted you to read this entry.
I hate myself cause on the other hand I don't want you to read this entry.
I hate myself for being so fickle.
I hate myself for hating myself, in lieu just because of you.

What should I do to even avoid getting hurt?
Well, and where the 7-years of Plan have been re-activated.
I hope this is right.
I hope that I won't have any regrets.
I hope that by this I will actually be back in my "free world".
I hope that even if everything was a major misunderstanding, this would actually be for the better.
I hope that the third party would be happy, as well.

Oh, hopes.