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Monday, March 19, 2007 . 3:39 PM

the thing about being mad with the one you care most about is that at the end of everything you forget what the whole arguement is about in the first place. i want to propose a question to everyone: do you forget cause you want to put it behind you or cause you just have to forget or it will result in you screaming thousands of vulgarities and a horridly tempting feeling of murdering the person.

i think:
sometimes.. we all do the stupidest things for love
even if it means biting our tongue when we have so much to say. the pathetic attempts to try and BE THERE for someone to show you care. when you want to cry, you look away, turning back only to smile. looking as if NOTHING IS WRONG at all.

for me i think tend to freak out. i need anger management... i bite my tongue so i won't say the mean things, and in doing so i feel more depressed and sink back into myself. then i don't talk. i hide.building my own hell hole. my own grave

be it same sex or the opposite, when you love-hate someone it can be tough
im sure everyone gets it.it could be your best gal-pal, you buddy at work, some chum at the bar.. that there will be someone out there in your life that you like/love their company, yet hate them so bitterly but YET you can't live your life without them. these morons make and break your day. and you can't do anything about it.

isn't it ironic
how frustrating is that. the one you hold, the one who's hand you take, the one you have lunch with, talk to late at night, the one that makes you have the inspiration to bother and care, drives you the most mad.

sadly,
i for one am not much for caring. like thats news to people. everyone i know has given the verdict that i am stoned, emo-less and basically cold. emo-less is the hottest descriptive word used. makes me wonder does it mean when i do finally care about someone its nothing short of a mini miracle?

according to my friends: IT IS.

[HEADMUSIC]: buddha bar

food for thought
::the thing that makes me mad
is the one thing that i had
i knew
i knew
i'd lose you::

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