One of my great friends is going through such a tough time right now. It abosolutely kills me to see her like this. Especially that its over some guy, who broke her heart into a million peices. he killed her. he killed her, and left her body to me. I've never seen someone like the way she is now. the things she tells me just make me want to kill the son of a bitch who did this to her. But if i killed him, she would be mad at me, mainly becuase she still loves him. This i don't understand, how could you love someone that hurts you? how could you still want to be with the person that made you cry yourself to sleep coutless times? especially when you look at him, and he can't even look you in the eye anymore. Do you really think he is crying HIMSELF to sleep at nights? do you think this had any effect on him at all? The girls are always the ones who are crying and the boys are always the ones who had caused the tears streaming down faces. I dont understand how you could still want to let him hold you, because if it was me, i would want nothing to do with the guy who broke my heart like it was worth a penny. Because i know that my heart it worth more then just a penny, or a nickle, or a dime. my heart is supposed to be whole and not splattered on the floor like a glass jar full of jam that was knocked off the counter. And her heart, it's a mess, it had stopped beating when it got knocked of the counter, he did that to her, he was the one who wasn't paying attention and knocked it off with his elbow. It kills me to say, but this is going to be a long mess thats going to have to be cleaned up soon, and if the paper towels are too late getting there, then no one is going to have Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches anytime soon. but don't worry, i have the paper towels right here, ready.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Clean up on Aisle 3.
One of my great friends is going through such a tough time right now. It abosolutely kills me to see her like this. Especially that its over some guy, who broke her heart into a million peices. he killed her. he killed her, and left her body to me. I've never seen someone like the way she is now. the things she tells me just make me want to kill the son of a bitch who did this to her. But if i killed him, she would be mad at me, mainly becuase she still loves him. This i don't understand, how could you love someone that hurts you? how could you still want to be with the person that made you cry yourself to sleep coutless times? especially when you look at him, and he can't even look you in the eye anymore. Do you really think he is crying HIMSELF to sleep at nights? do you think this had any effect on him at all? The girls are always the ones who are crying and the boys are always the ones who had caused the tears streaming down faces. I dont understand how you could still want to let him hold you, because if it was me, i would want nothing to do with the guy who broke my heart like it was worth a penny. Because i know that my heart it worth more then just a penny, or a nickle, or a dime. my heart is supposed to be whole and not splattered on the floor like a glass jar full of jam that was knocked off the counter. And her heart, it's a mess, it had stopped beating when it got knocked of the counter, he did that to her, he was the one who wasn't paying attention and knocked it off with his elbow. It kills me to say, but this is going to be a long mess thats going to have to be cleaned up soon, and if the paper towels are too late getting there, then no one is going to have Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches anytime soon. but don't worry, i have the paper towels right here, ready.
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