I know, I know, I should be sleeping, I should be doing my folios... But, I just... HATE it now!
I see everything around me, what's happening, what has happened... I just feel like ripping her apart. Yes. You all know who I'm talking about, like I said before,
I don't hate her, I just don't like her.
I don't like a lot of people. Almost everyone. I don't see the point of liking people, no matter how good you guys may be, one day, someone's just gonna end up getting betrayed.
...
I told you.
I told you.
I told you.
You said that I was being unreasonable, you said that I shouldn't BE like that. But now? You're being the unreasonable one. You know that I'm right. I don't know how you feel, I don't understand what you're going through. Yes, I don't care. Because, even if I cared, you wouldn't change, no, in fact, you would hate me, just like you hate them.
But why...
Why?
Am I the only one?
Yes.
I saw you cry.
You gripped yourself hard.
You were hiding your face, just trying to avoid the truth, just trying to avoid our eyes.
No. I don't understand, because, I know that nobody will. Nobody can truly understand a person, nobody can truly know how a person feels, even one self.
...
I don't know why... People have to be like this? Is love such a powerful thing? It blinds you, making you lost, the only light you see is the person you love. Why? Such a curse. But, I'm never the type to get blinded by love, I don't love, I don't know how to.
Action speaks louder than words.
I never did love Kiko.
I never did love you, it was hell every night for me when I tried to think of the many good night messages. I didn't love you. You were just my friend.
I said those words many times...
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Each time I say them, I lie to myself even more. I said that I'd never hurt you, but, I guess I did more than just hurt you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
Kiko... Bugsy... I'm sorry... You two got me as your owner... I can't do it Bugsy... I'm sorry...
...
Avoid.
Avoid.
Avoid.
That's all that people do these days.
They run away from the truth.
You're no different. I'm no different.
FLOWERS
Dead flowers,
once alive.
Drown in you own blindness.
I cursed you both,
die with her.
Once alive and so were you,
now they're dead and so are you.
Burnt in fire.
Buried in dirt.
Dead flowers,
once alive...
I left my poem, I left my flowers, on the stone I sat while looking into space.
I cursed.
I cursed.
I cursed.
Nothing.
I feel tired.
I feel stupid.
How can I be so dumb, how can I go against my own words? How many times have I broken this promise?
I will not love.
How many times...
Die.
Die.
Die.
Dead Flowers.
...
Figure out what is for who, Flowers up there, I just remembered a few lines, can't remember what I actually wrote.
I don't know...
I feel neutral... I don't like anyone, I don't hate anyone... I'm much better than before. But, she's not. She's worse than what I am before. I can do nothing, cause, I don't know what to do.
I'm blinded by the many white-words-black-background-blogs.
How can people read that? UUUGH!
I...HATE...EVERYTHING...ABOUT YOU!!!
That was some chorus for some song I heard on someone's blog~
Good night!
Oh lookie!
The date changed.
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