second chances do come your way like trains, they arrive and depart regularly.

Recognizing the ones that matter is the trick

Postato da sweetalexiel mercoledì, 01 agosto 2007 alle 02:22.

I hate that whenever I start to get over you, you call and tell me stories of

how you miss me. I hate that I can tell people how much I despise you and

I’m going to end this weird limbo, but when it comes down to it

I never get the nerve to. I hate that no matter what you do,

I still find myself hopelessly in love with you. I hate that when I cry,

you are the only one to make me laugh. I hate that you’ve turned me

into this kind of girl; the kind I swore I’d never become.

Postato da sweetalexiel alle 02:21.

I feel as if I’m just an empty notebook for my friends to fill with their

deepest secrets. But when I need a safe place to vent, all the pages are filled

and all the authors have left.

Postato da sweetalexiel alle 02:19.

I’d love it if your words didn’t hurt so much. But, when you sit there and tell me the only guy I ever loved didn’t love me back, it literally breaks my heart.

Postato da sweetalexiel alle 02:18.

Second chances they don't ever matter,people never change,once a whore you're nothing more,i'm sorry
that'll never change.

Postato da sweetalexiel alle 02:16.

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