Monday, October 4, 2010
after you went to bed...
I'm sick of being wrong. I'm sick of being unhappy. It seems as though you will never change. Your typical. I don't want to hear about how your "so much better than me" any more. And how you have "no weaknesses"! You accuse me of everything under the sun. I have done nothing but be faithfull. You tear me down, just to build me back up again..
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