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Thursday, October 7, 2010 @ 10:41 PM

im the jealous type.
i admit that.
each and every day, theres a couple out there,
there are many,
im not saying i wish there were less,
i wish i had what they had,
similarly to what you have.
but i lost my chance.
maybe there are more to come, maybe there arent.
i've always been like this. that one guy, or not.
if i'm out, i just, theres all these pretty people,
i feel like, i dont belong,
and i'd never forget, this time at viet school.
told john to visit me and my friends away from his group, but frankly, i was too fat to be a friend of his and he didnt visit,
yea, such a positive thumbs up right?
i feel so left out,
but people see things in different lights,
and unfortunately, my pessimism, makes me who i am,
sometimes i just want it to go away, or more of all the time,
but its the way i think.
i really dont see it,
i dont see these great qualities.

one guy can mean a lot.
you love a guy with everything youve got,
even if its a short time, if its a long time,
you love him.
imagine losing him?
you wouldnt even want to go there.
and i know youve been through it before,
but there are different circumstances and what not.
which means different experiences,
different opinions, different feelings,
and in my case, he fell out of love with me,
wouldnt you think, it couldve been something you did,
something you are? well, thats what i felt.
and im really not sure why, so i still feel it.
it may have hurt him, but it hurt me too.
and losing the guy you love,
knowing he's moved on,
its like daggers stabbing my heart again and again, just for fun.
poking at it.
sometimes i just want it to end.
its the chicken way out, yea,
but it just hurts a lot.
those many times i felt suicidal.
i have always backed down,
i was researching my ass off about suiciding, and the way there were.
yea, even an overdose of panadol/panamax, of like, maybe 100 tablets? or something,
in 24 hours, youd be dead.
there was one of my plans.
but i just couldnt.
and i cant right now, i cant.
but that urge, its just there.
ive promised.

he was my life for so long,
2 years felt like 5,
now that it cant be, i just, im not there yet.

i dont say these things to argue,
im not really the arguing type,
each night i try to hold back tears.
but they still fall.
its been two months,
and i do thank you for the support youve given me,
but break ups, also need to be realised and accepted by the individual, i guess
to forgive, but not forget.
thats where i'm aiming,
and yea, im having a tough time.
and i feel like im really off track,
but slowly somewhat getting there,
back on my feet,

i'm sorry angie,
xx jenn