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you are the best and the worst thing that could have happened to me. no matter how much of a hard time I gave you, you deserved it. I hate you.I hate how much you fucked this up. because even though you don’t know it, i wanted us to workout as much as you did.Everything about you and about us had the potential to be something insane. you had the power to make me feel so much. there has never been a guy in my life that i’ve wanted to fight so badly with. I fought with you, cursed and yelled at you because you were something i was passionate about. everytime you gave me a reason not to trust you, i let it cut me slowly and then i forgave you. I forgave you everytime. You would say that my friends hated you, and for the most part they did. What amazed me about you was that despite how many times they told me that you didn’t deserve me, i always went back. I went back so i would never have to live with the fact that i threw away something that felt so right. me & you felt SO right, and that assurance slowy leaked away as you kept lying and fucking me over. at a certain point what you did started to to speak louder than what you said. it reached to the point where even the most sincere words from you sounded like they could only be lies. Why would he say this after saying & doing these things to other girls? and then you had me questioning myself. which someone strong should never do. you actually made you way inside me and made me feel vulnerable. it scared me more than anything. maybe, you couldn’t see any of this because i never showed it to you. I was waiting to let you know how i felt about you for when i knew i could completly trust you, and you never gave that to me. That makes me more upset than you could think. There were so many days when i would fantazise about just waking up to you grabbing your face and kissing you, telling you that i wanted to give everything a try. I wanted to forget all the signs telling me you were wrong, forget about everything people expected of me and go for it. but my bain wouldn’t let me, and you have shown me that my brain was right. I think about you a lot, everyday .. and it makes me so mad how you continue to prove me right by being a child about everything. it kills me how no matter i just wanted you to be mature enought to not fuck me over, you couldn’t do that. You stopped talking to me over somethings that you shouldn’t of had even hold againts me during those circumstances. but you never looked at the situation in anyone else’s point of view, because all i ever see you do is find other people to blame. according to you, it’s never your fault. if everything you said to me was actually true you would never want me completly out of your life just like i don’t want you out of mine. I have never wanted you out of my life. and by not even wanting to be my friend, it shows me that you maybe actually never cared about me at all. I will never be able to look past how bad you have treated me by what you’ve done. and how you can’t handle situations like a 16 year old. But, regardless I will always want to be your friend. That’s my weakness i guess, I can’t stay mad at you. I can’t back away from someone who everyone says doesn’t deserve being in my life at all. I hate you so much, and i miss you like hell. <3

  1. victoria-eileen reblogged this from pincheletii
  2. spokenemotions said: Wow this is really touching. It speaks so loud. He will realize he lost it all one day.
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you are the best and the worst thing that could have happened to me. no matter how much of a hard time I gave you, you deserved it. I hate you.I hate how much you fucked this up. because even though you don’t know it, i wanted us to workout as much as you did.Everything about you and about us had the potential to be something insane. you had the power to make me feel so much. there has never been a guy in my life that i’ve wanted to fight so badly with. I fought with you, cursed and yelled at you because you were something i was passionate about. everytime you gave me a reason not to trust you, i let it cut me slowly and then i forgave you. I forgave you everytime. You would say that my friends hated you, and for the most part they did. What amazed me about you was that despite how many times they told me that you didn’t deserve me, i always went back. I went back so i would never have to live with the fact that i threw away something that felt so right. me & you felt SO right, and that assurance slowy leaked away as you kept lying and fucking me over. at a certain point what you did started to to speak louder than what you said. it reached to the point where even the most sincere words from you sounded like they could only be lies. Why would he say this after saying & doing these things to other girls? and then you had me questioning myself. which someone strong should never do. you actually made you way inside me and made me feel vulnerable. it scared me more than anything. maybe, you couldn’t see any of this because i never showed it to you. I was waiting to let you know how i felt about you for when i knew i could completly trust you, and you never gave that to me. That makes me more upset than you could think. There were so many days when i would fantazise about just waking up to you grabbing your face and kissing you, telling you that i wanted to give everything a try. I wanted to forget all the signs telling me you were wrong, forget about everything people expected of me and go for it. but my bain wouldn’t let me, and you have shown me that my brain was right. I think about you a lot, everyday .. and it makes me so mad how you continue to prove me right by being a child about everything. it kills me how no matter i just wanted you to be mature enought to not fuck me over, you couldn’t do that. You stopped talking to me over somethings that you shouldn’t of had even hold againts me during those circumstances. but you never looked at the situation in anyone else’s point of view, because all i ever see you do is find other people to blame. according to you, it’s never your fault. if everything you said to me was actually true you would never want me completly out of your life just like i don’t want you out of mine. I have never wanted you out of my life. and by not even wanting to be my friend, it shows me that you maybe actually never cared about me at all. I will never be able to look past how bad you have treated me by what you’ve done. and how you can’t handle situations like a 16 year old. But, regardless I will always want to be your friend. That’s my weakness i guess, I can’t stay mad at you. I can’t back away from someone who everyone says doesn’t deserve being in my life at all. I hate you so much, and i miss you like hell. <3

  1. victoria-eileen reblogged this from pincheletii
  2. spokenemotions said: Wow this is really touching. It speaks so loud. He will realize he lost it all one day.
  3. pincheletii posted this
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