July 30, 2006

  • Finished. Over.

    You swear that you are the one going through the toture.
    I can tell you that it's totally the opposite on this side of the road.


    I can't handle that you keep playing like you are the victim.


    This is finished. Over.
    I am done waiting for you to find a way to learn to deal with your everyday changing moods.
    I am done feeling like I am on the outside and looking in.
    This is over. Finished.