domingo, 18 de agosto de 2013
Dear Annette, I don't know what I could possibly say that would rectify
the harm I've caused you. The truth of the matter is that being with
you was the only time I have ever been happy. My whole life has been a
joke. I prided myself on taking joy in others' misery. Well, it finally
backfired. I succeed in hurting the first person I ever loved. Enclosed
is my most prized possession. My journal. For a long time I considered
it my trophy. A sordid collection of my conquests. If you really want to
know the truth then please read it. No more lies. Please give me
another chance. I'm a wreck without you.
You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love. Well here it
is. Right in front of you, and you're going to turn your back on it. So I
guess we're just fucked. I'll move on. But you are going to have to
live the rest of your life knowing that you've turned your back on love.
And that makes you a hypocrite. Have a nice life.
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