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♡ you see. i can't even afford happiness.
Saturday, December 26, 2009, 12:10 AM
Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me. I used to stand so tall. I used to be so strong. Your arms around me tight. E v e r y t h i n g , it felt so right. Unbreak-able, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can't b r e a t h e. No, I can't s l e e p. I'm barely hanging on. Here I am, once again. I'm torn into pieces. Can't deny it, can't pretend. Just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside. But you won't get to see the tears I cry, behind these hazel eyes. I told you e v e r y t h i n g. Opened up and let you in. You made me feel alright for once in my life. Now all that's left of me is what I pretend to be. So together, but so broken up inside cause I can't breathe. No, I can't sleep. I'm barely hanging on. Swallow me then, spit me out. For hating you, I blame myself. Seeing you it kills me now. No, I don't cry on the outside anymoreeeee.
Adaptation from song "Behind These Hazel Eyes" by Kelly.C

P.S. I hope happiness is free too. I want it, desperately. Please. Please. Last, please.
P.P.S. I WANT TO BECOME A LAWYER, YES I DO, YES I DO YES I DO YES I DO. GOD, PLEASE EVEN IF YOU CAN'T LET ME HAVE MY OWN HAPPINESS, I WANT TO DO SOMETHING FOR SOMEONE WHO DESERVES THEM. GOD, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE.