He's gone now...there's nothing I can do about it.
He's gone...
just, gone.
It's my own damn fault... I can't complain...
Still...it frightens me how suddenly it seems to have happened.
He...
There was no goodbye...there was no warning to it...
it just...
happened.
It doesn't hurt anymore...
Well at least not as bad...
I try not to think about it anymore...
I can't look at his picture...it hurts...
I cried when I listened to his voice mail...
I can't help but imagien that he's probably found some other nice pretty girl...
Someone he'll love...
Or maybe that he already does have someone...I was just a fling...
Or maybe, he really didn't mean to be with me at all...
He didn't mean for it to get this far...
He didn't want me....
"I didn't mean to be with you"
...
It's ok....
I didn't take what he said seriously anyway...
He didn't take what I said seriously...
So I didn't either....
Don't....
Don't want to be here anymore...
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