Thursday, March 15, 2007
It's Not Up to You
Wishful thinking. I've been hoping for something to happen but it didn't turn out good. It's funny how things that could be beautiful can turn into something so ugly and hateful. I know I shouldn't even started it. Now I know I can't stop it. Hmm... I could actually, probably I just don't wanna. It's a shame that it didn't turn out good. Hmm...
Last night's night out was quite an eye opener, making me feel a bit sad to see what kind of game people are playing. It's sad.
I remember this guy I met months ago, telling me something about geting his self-esteem hurt when I spat out a bit o' good old truth. Truth hurts, baby. Self-esteem. You crushed mine back then. Do you think my self-esteem's made out of brick? Perhaps it's karma.
I thought we could be friends. I trusted you and your words, I was unlocking my feelings to you. But what did you do? You did the unthinkable. The things you said are lies. You turned out to be an ass. 'Nuff said.
Last night's night out was quite an eye opener, making me feel a bit sad to see what kind of game people are playing. It's sad.
I remember this guy I met months ago, telling me something about geting his self-esteem hurt when I spat out a bit o' good old truth. Truth hurts, baby. Self-esteem. You crushed mine back then. Do you think my self-esteem's made out of brick? Perhaps it's karma.
I thought we could be friends. I trusted you and your words, I was unlocking my feelings to you. But what did you do? You did the unthinkable. The things you said are lies. You turned out to be an ass. 'Nuff said.
Rae wrote @ 22:58
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