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Saturday, August 21, 2010
I want to die. I want that feeling of my heart sinking to become real and punch a great big hole in my chest, one that I can't survive. I'd rather die then continue to feel this way, alone in my room, while you're moving on in life, happy as can be.I used to think it was better when you listened to me cry, because I thought you understood and could share the weight of the pain. I thought you actually cared and wanted to comfort my sobs.
But not anymore.
Now I know its a mistake to let you hear me in this pain because to you, its just power over me. You make fun of my hurt and then call up my supposed friend and laugh about me behind my back with her.
Fuck you, supposed friend. Fuck you.
I am such a fucking wreck. I know if I don't suck it up and go to the friendly buddy-buddy gathering today I'll just lose other friends. But right now I just want to curl up and cry by myself. Because if there's one thing you've taught me, its to never trust anyone with your true feelings.
Thanks.
Much Love, Vicki.
PS, Lol well doesn't someone just sound like a typical dumb, angsty teenager. I think I kind of sound like said great friend. ^^
