One of these days, I'm going to call her on it, and she's going to say, "I didn't mean to harm you," or some similar bullshit. And that's when I'll realize that she hardly ever knew me at all. If she knew me, she'd know that I don't want her pity. I just want her.
Oct. '06
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...And the end of the world. But mostly boring.
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