Why do you find playing with my emotions to be a game? I hate that way you treat me. Leave me alone for all of the hours. I find true friends you say arent real. When sometimes I doubt the friends ships you have with your friends. The other thing that makes me mad is that you think you are the only one with stress. I have cried myself to sleep at night. You whine about your life to me, when I just stay silent. There is so many things you dont know about me. I dont tell you because you dont deserve to be told. I am your equal though you treat me as if I am lower. Sometimes I wonder if you even care about me. You have never told me that you do...so how do I know you do? The worst thing about all those things is that you think that you would under stand....
Because you are my sister...
Rebecca
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The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.
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