Because I can't. I've had enough of them. I can't deal with bạn anymore. EVER. So why don't bạn just leave me the f*** alone. And get one with your life like you're so tempted to do?
1.Because I'm not going to cry when bạn leave. I won't cry for a lowly peasant/serf. Because I'd hate to waste my tears on someone who doesn't give two shits about me.
And I sure as hell cry when I need to keep talking to bạn pretending like I don't know anything about all the goddamned mendacity I've always known about.
2. Because it hurts. Each. And. Every. Time. I don't know why bạn think I'm stupid because I'm not. I know all the shit bạn smile and tell me. I spent quite some time getting the armor I have around me to its present strength. A lot of time. And a lot of tears. And I hate it when bạn become a chink in the armor bởi pretending you're a friend.
3. Because bạn will never, NEVER EVER care about me the way I care about you. I consider bạn my friend. bạn don't. bạn never did. And that, believe me, is the worst thing to deal with. It takes a lot of effort to nuốt, nhạn all of the đắng, cay đắng resentment from that fact in and smile at bạn like nothing ever happened.
4. Because I preferred my life when it meant only 10-15 of my closest Những người bạn and a hell lot of 2D people. Because, those 10-15 people have proved their trustworthiness over quite a few years. And 2D people never hurt me. And bạn didn't need to step in and spoil that perfect world bởi messing up my life.
5. Because I won't hate my trashy innocence. I won't. I won't. I WON'T. I like the person I am. Even if she's naive and crazy and bipolar. I like who I am. And I don't want to hate myself because you caused me pain.
1.Because I'm not going to cry when bạn leave. I won't cry for a lowly peasant/serf. Because I'd hate to waste my tears on someone who doesn't give two shits about me.
And I sure as hell cry when I need to keep talking to bạn pretending like I don't know anything about all the goddamned mendacity I've always known about.
2. Because it hurts. Each. And. Every. Time. I don't know why bạn think I'm stupid because I'm not. I know all the shit bạn smile and tell me. I spent quite some time getting the armor I have around me to its present strength. A lot of time. And a lot of tears. And I hate it when bạn become a chink in the armor bởi pretending you're a friend.
3. Because bạn will never, NEVER EVER care about me the way I care about you. I consider bạn my friend. bạn don't. bạn never did. And that, believe me, is the worst thing to deal with. It takes a lot of effort to nuốt, nhạn all of the đắng, cay đắng resentment from that fact in and smile at bạn like nothing ever happened.
4. Because I preferred my life when it meant only 10-15 of my closest Những người bạn and a hell lot of 2D people. Because, those 10-15 people have proved their trustworthiness over quite a few years. And 2D people never hurt me. And bạn didn't need to step in and spoil that perfect world bởi messing up my life.
5. Because I won't hate my trashy innocence. I won't. I won't. I WON'T. I like the person I am. Even if she's naive and crazy and bipolar. I like who I am. And I don't want to hate myself because you caused me pain.
Her fingers intertwined with his, and the other hand cupped his face.
"Don't leave me," she said. "Don't go."
He turned to look at her, his guard falling, bending to her innocent pleas. His soft, blonde hair covered her delicate fingers.
He pulled her close, wrapping his strong arms around her, and whispered: "I won't, I promise you."
***
Her head on his chest, she could hear the soft rhythmic beatings of his heart.
When the sun would rise she would have to leave. She knew the time she had with him was fleeting.. And she hated herself for what she was going to do.
She could feel the strength with which he was holding her, as though he would never let go.....
.... But when morning came, she knew he'd be the one who would separate her very head from its body as she paid for the crimes she had committed....
"Don't leave me," she said. "Don't go."
He turned to look at her, his guard falling, bending to her innocent pleas. His soft, blonde hair covered her delicate fingers.
He pulled her close, wrapping his strong arms around her, and whispered: "I won't, I promise you."
***
Her head on his chest, she could hear the soft rhythmic beatings of his heart.
When the sun would rise she would have to leave. She knew the time she had with him was fleeting.. And she hated herself for what she was going to do.
She could feel the strength with which he was holding her, as though he would never let go.....
.... But when morning came, she knew he'd be the one who would separate her very head from its body as she paid for the crimes she had committed....
My silences always bothered you
But then so did my voice.
My tears never made a difference to you
But then, neither did my laughter.
bạn always believed I was so naive
So innocent bạn could hurt
Without the guilt one has
One hurting an equal.
I always saw your lies
Always knew bạn for what bạn were
But never mentioned a word
Because...
I was the one building castles of clouds.
I was the one using tape and glue
To tham gia the cracks, we created
bạn and I.
But how was tape to stick to thin air
How was glue tham gia things which didn't exist?
But then so did my voice.
My tears never made a difference to you
But then, neither did my laughter.
bạn always believed I was so naive
So innocent bạn could hurt
Without the guilt one has
One hurting an equal.
I always saw your lies
Always knew bạn for what bạn were
But never mentioned a word
Because...
I was the one building castles of clouds.
I was the one using tape and glue
To tham gia the cracks, we created
bạn and I.
But how was tape to stick to thin air
How was glue tham gia things which didn't exist?
[This basically deals with the same topic as an bài viết on a good friend's club. bạn can read his one on his club. But don't expect me to provide any link :P... But onward with this one:]
Okay. Basically, tình yêu is an emotion; As a student of psychology I stand bởi that view the way Sakura stands bởi Sasuke's side.
It is one of the five basic emotions that we feel. The other four being: Joy, Grief, Anger and Fear.
So "Love" would be an emotion in the end. No two ways around it. That's solved that. '
So where is tình yêu a choice? Well... tình yêu isn't exactly a choice. But, loving someone is. We tend to confuse these two... bạn don't get to choose if bạn fall in tình yêu but bạn choose who bạn fall in tình yêu with.
Hence, case in point. tình yêu be an emotion. Falling in tình yêu be a choice. Case closed. No thảo luận paid heed to. *runs to a sasukechu! (y'know a sasuke+pikachu thing)*
Okay. Basically, tình yêu is an emotion; As a student of psychology I stand bởi that view the way Sakura stands bởi Sasuke's side.
It is one of the five basic emotions that we feel. The other four being: Joy, Grief, Anger and Fear.
So "Love" would be an emotion in the end. No two ways around it. That's solved that. '
So where is tình yêu a choice? Well... tình yêu isn't exactly a choice. But, loving someone is. We tend to confuse these two... bạn don't get to choose if bạn fall in tình yêu but bạn choose who bạn fall in tình yêu with.
Hence, case in point. tình yêu be an emotion. Falling in tình yêu be a choice. Case closed. No thảo luận paid heed to. *runs to a sasukechu! (y'know a sasuke+pikachu thing)*
He: ^-^
BTW Did bạn miss me?
Me:Would it matter if I did?
He: Oh come on its just a câu hỏi and yes it does
Me:Well I did.... A bit.
Like I said, I had a really rough and busy week.
Now why would bạn ever care?
Did bạn ever really?
Was my missing bạn ever even important to you?
Was I ever important enough for that?
Even for an hour?
hoặc was it simply empathy which drove whatever affection bạn ever had for me?
Do bạn miss me? Now that I'm not there?
hoặc is it just me who ever cared enough?
Why does it even matter to me right now?
Why am I still crying over bạn when you've moved on?
Why do I keep hoping you'll come back someday?
And why do I pretend like I don't care?
Wouldn't it be nice?
If I had a vial
Of liquid which would make me forget you?
But there isn't
And this pain is mine alone...
BTW Did bạn miss me?
Me:Would it matter if I did?
He: Oh come on its just a câu hỏi and yes it does
Me:Well I did.... A bit.
Like I said, I had a really rough and busy week.
Now why would bạn ever care?
Did bạn ever really?
Was my missing bạn ever even important to you?
Was I ever important enough for that?
Even for an hour?
hoặc was it simply empathy which drove whatever affection bạn ever had for me?
Do bạn miss me? Now that I'm not there?
hoặc is it just me who ever cared enough?
Why does it even matter to me right now?
Why am I still crying over bạn when you've moved on?
Why do I keep hoping you'll come back someday?
And why do I pretend like I don't care?
Wouldn't it be nice?
If I had a vial
Of liquid which would make me forget you?
But there isn't
And this pain is mine alone...
