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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

i knew it.


i knew i'd regret it. but what's done has been done, what else can i do. i can't feel anymore. maybe that's what they call being numbed. i feel you moving away. the distance scares me yet consoles me at the same time.

i'm really sorry. i'm sorry for not learning how to let go, i'm sorry for not moving on, i'm sorry for holding on far too tightly, i'm sorry for bugging you when you're obviously too occupied to make time for me, i'm sorry for making myself a nuisance.

most of all, i'm sorry to myself, for not upholding the promise that i made, and for making myself break once again.

"what doesn't kill you make you stronger."
i agree, i feel stronger, i don't feel that much pain,
or maybe it's just that i can't feel anymore.

i'm sorry, for THINKING that i love you. this is not love, is it.
it's just a fucking infuation which lasted for years.