kynttila_henki @ 2010-11-02T21:00:00
I do not know anymore ..
now I am very enraged with you now.
I've been about to unsubscribe from the friends who always come in the Face.
And why am I so?
For I'm losing the little feeling that I have for you. Why is fading. Why do you only what you load.
Why do not you want me, I hate porq. I hated and I'm loving you so much hating everything I could reach you want. Why do not you love how before. Because I no longer love you.
Because I love you too much and are too important to erase from my life or treat you differently. And still you remain special after all is something that is going to end soon ... that I can not more.
who still think of yourself, make you smile, total para qué?
Ni te das cuenta, ni lo agradeces, y sigues siendo tan arrogante y borde como siempre. Cómo ostias quiero, pretendo, ser yo querida por alguien cómo tú?
Ni aunque se intentara saldría bien. Y es ya un cúmulo de más de un año.
Cuántas veces habré vuelto a casa rayada y triste por tu comportamiento y actitud conmigo?
Es fácil compararlo con las veces que he llegado alegre, ya que nunca lo he hecho.
Y aún dentro mío te quiero, y por eso me siento así. Cabreada pero con want to give you even a chance of all that I have given during this Anoy average 18 months cast by a person who has never given me anything. Let everything that has been little things I get from others without asking anything in return and in greater quantity.
do not know why I had to fix on you, I really do not know. You're just a shadow, the illusion of something unreal and real everything is saved and hidden away as if not present, how does not exist. As far as yours, who knows. Maybe even you know what feel, if you feel something, because after these 18 months has been able to show your heart at least once, if only as insanely jealous. What? If I am not yours I'm not anyone, right?
No flips.
If you are not able to do absolutely nothing for me, for us, ari tires. I'm exhausted, tired and really do not know the desire I have to definitely forget you, with your disappointments and your attacks have been declining to base my sense of Ostia.
is short, very little. And I do not know what I have wanted since the end of this martyrdom.
Why is a life without you. Without love. No go back all the time fulfilling your wishes and making you happy for no reason without expecting anything in return more than words edges and abuse. There is something more after your humiliation, your "Oh do not touch me" your ways I will depart when a hug or a minimal show of affection. There are more world after you. After your ups and downs, you bipolarity, that one day you'll be by my side and the other does not want to touch you.
Well I'm sick. You and your unconsciousness, your indecision, your stupid, bratty, nonsense, your Borderías, your separation, your jealousy, your vagueza, your NO-fight, not to nothing if you really want to be with me, your games, EVERYTHING YOU WRAP in this field.
I'm tired to hold back. This more than a feeling is a torture, fuck.
That has long been trying to forget everything that I feel and not with people who could give me all you got. For that magic and the heat created you inside me. And is that even small opportunities to give you that leave you no matter to me precisely. I do not answer even the edge, you do not look bad, no blabla .. that somewhere in me I love you and I could not think of losing my life. Although frankly I do not contribute much. In fact you are a person I least contribute.
What have I brought me to you and what you to me?
If only you gave me torture and a figure to which to devote beautiful poems. A figure that will not know why, why things feel so great as to be unable to think in another person. Feel many things, but living none. Why not live to be with someone and, fuck, fucking IMAGINE situations. No, that's really sad. For about two or three looks jsutifican not feeling more than a year.
I love you, however, I have given keys, free keys, unique opportunities in life to smile, if all you've done for you was for your sake. Who calls you and tells when nobody else does? "Who thinks you always come for you? Who acompañaa sites where you want or need to go? Who made you to see Muse? "Who gave you sweatshirts and pins of your favorite bands for your birthday? Why, if we do not remember, I looked and I both bought them. Who told you I love you, fuck? Who told you I love you a thousand times in silence and three in reality, still no answer? Who will do more for you than I have done? Who has forgiven all your mistakes with me, every day? Who does not confront you because they do not want to discuss with someone who appreciates above all else? ... WHO?!
Who did you want to party, who does that leave, in fact. Who concerts to share that otherwise would go alone. Who is there to listen when NOBODY else does. You trust both? Who is
enduring Nonoy you have the day you come, and then be dry edge to the next Diaye still resist?
With whom you share so many unique moments, with whom .. who would look into those bright-eyed wolf night? WHAT WOULD YOUR LIFE WITHOUT ME, JAVIER? FUCK
.
If, however much more I can say, is always the same. You did not do nor do anything for me. And I've killed a hundred times just for you to come see you, to make out, to encourage you to accompany you to sites to make your day, everything I did was always to make you smile . To make you happy, and you've never noticed. Total
to you that I am only friend who has neither the ESO. No? XD
The day you come, I'll go, Javi ... And I think that not going to hurt me so much how I thought. Why yes, it has been a long time, but also I had a hard time, and this is an example of what it would be you, and sicneramente I do not want it. I do not want such life.
Above are the dog in the manger. Neither you nor without you. When I was entirely yours, you played, you swing. When it was not a sack and picabas you hated the guy in question. Then you are happy for us to quit, but you're just still and do nothing. What the hell goes towards your head Javi? Seriously.
the other day came, and I felt you. I felt nothing, and I smelled your scent so much I have always liked. No I felt nothing. Just your slightest touch and grateful that I have PUTAS COUNTED TWICE.
Your eyes ... those looks that both have said over the last 18 months ... sometimes change, sometimes not are ... My God, you suck.
This is horrible. And all I want is to take away this thorn, it all of course, know everything and forget the fuck out of you.
I had to get over it sometimes. There was a time when he could not hear The Days of Grays that reminded me of you and hurt the soul.
Always, In The Dark .. combines sometimes hurt, you know?
is the ostia.
I hate you for loving you so. You're the person I most wanted. And you're ungrateful. I do not expect me back all that I have given you no longer expect anything from you.
I still ... I feel that I keep things loose. Things I've done for you and do not even remember how many already have been.
And that the best times you have been moments of friction of hands, eyes ... which later became memories, scratches, tears and pain. Beautiful, yes, but ultimately unrealistic after all. Since this is a incertuidumbre and sometimes pathetic. Olé
you, and thank you very much for all this, Javier Arenas.
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