“life will be better in spring”
confessional
Friday, September 10, 2010 || 5:18 AM
I don't think I'll ever be able to talk to you again. It's not that I don't want to, because I do, I can be wrong, I can be overreacting, but my sudden loss of trust in you and the late night pains tell me otherwise. It tells me that what you did hurt more than anything anyone can ever do to me, it hurts more than whatever had happened, because it felt like the trust I had in you, you spat right back in my face. But you can blame it on me, say it's my fault, I really don't care anymore, if you can't understand why it fucken hurts so much, your not worth explaining to anymore.
