When I lost the first one it hurt, but I had seen it coming and my life was so much better when he drove away. I hate him and I don't ever want him back, I want him to leave me alone.
But now I'm trying to grasp that I'm loosing the other, but this time it wasn't my fault; my birth didn't lead to him running away, but to him sitting down to stay for me. And I hate who's driven him away.
I have no one to talk to now, no one who will listen without yelling or trying to understand me, without pushing my feelings away because I can't possibly feel that way, because everyone says and feels that and it always passes. Because I'm not original and I'm just like anyone else.
He's been taken away from me, but I don't want to loose him.
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RandomJust little rants or dumb things because there's the possibility of someone reading it and maybe responding. I dunno. Maybe a tag or two. Cover is a painting by Dali.
