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Tuesday, June 21, 2005

I Wonder Where You Are? I Wonder If You Even Care?

I am a myspace whore and have been for awhile now. It kind of sucks, because I constantly blog on that. I wish that I could delete my account, but sadly, I can't, because I'm pretty much addicted. I even post shit on there that I would only talk about on my blog. I love to type on it, it shows how popular I am, it shows who reads shit blah blah blah. It's a great good time, I recommend it to anyone. Anyways...I'm stressed....really stressed, and worried about everything...it sucks. I wish I wasn't...I wish I didn't have to worry about anything, but I do.
I miss you, Bunker. I really do. I miss you like no other. I wish that everything would be okay...but it's not. Everything is so messed up with us. I don't care if you and I forgot, but the awkardness is finally kicking in. I finally feel uncomfortable that I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to tell you what's wrong. I really don't. It sucks. I just want it all to go away, but it's not that easy. I wish that we would have never done anything. I wish that everything was okay...but it's not. Not anything is okay with us. It sucks. I hate you for it; I hate myself even more. I don't know why we did the things we did, but there's no way that I can fix it now. I don't want to talk to you again. I don't want to have to tell you that I don't want to talk to you, I just want you to figure it out on your own. This sucks, I wish you realized that. I don't know what to tell you, I really don't. I wish I did though, that would makes things just a lot more easier for me. I wish that I saw you a lot more, I wish I had things figured out, but I don't. This is starting to stress me out and starting to get under my skin. It's starting to bother me. It's just pissing me off that I have to feel this way around you. You realize that I don't want to feel this way right? I really hope that you do!
I just want you to know
that if we could turn back the clock
make everything right again
I would
I would have resisted.
I would have left and never came back
fuck you!

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