Saturday, July 17, 2010

some day you will be loved.

Maybe. But not now. Not for a long time, probably. And not by someone I want, you know? Because if they love me, I probably won’t love them.

I want what I can’t have. Or what (read ‘who’)  is oblivious to my existence.

Nothing was beautiful and everything hurt.

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