A lover
and a hater.
Artistically demanding and color-deprived at the same time,
Red seems to be the only color that exists in her world.
Let's paint the town red,
madamemoiselle.
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Thursday, October 22, 2009 at 6:19 AM
Possessive.
The pieces were falling down slowly, and perfectly they aligned for me to read it clearly: He's not yours to begin with.
Why are you acting to possessive to someone you don't own? In the first place, you can't own anyone. You have no right to tell him who to talk to, who to be with, who to cherish every single moment with. Why are you so possessive?
Don't go with the "love" crap again. You're jealous. You're afraid you won't get to be with him again like you wished. You're alone, JADED, rejected. You're the brattiest, bitchiest, most pessimist person anyone would know. Who are you to talk?
Don't start crying. I'm not yet done.
He'll get sick of this crap soon. I suggest you change.
I know it hurts. You love him, yes, but alas, you're not his and he's not yours. Everything has changed since then, and you have to accept the facts.
He might not take you back.
His feelings will fade anytime soon.
He loves you now, what about tomorrow?
You have no right to cry. Not even a tear. Cry, and you'll be considered weak. Cry, and you'll break. Break hard. This isn't the first time you've been like this, you know. Don't be so assured that he'll take you back. Remember his recent? You're supposed to be the one, right? So why did he take her when you're the one he wants?
It's because he can, and he will. SO I suggest you stop dreaming.
