Monday, October 31, 2005

Destroyer of souls

So, I broke up with Allan.
That's two, possibly three hearts brokn in almost as many weeks.
I feel like the worst bitch in the world ever.
Maybe Pete was right.
The hardest thing to take was the fact that Allan was so nice about it. It's not my fault he say's, tho it blatantly is.
He's never met anyone as nice as me.
I'm the first person who cared about him, as well as the first person he has cared about so much.

He doesn't know me very well.

And chris was right, I've hurt him, and I've hurt myself.

1 Comments:

At 11:00 pm, Blogger Chris said...

Sounds like he does know you- you are not a bitch, you are not trying to hurt anyone. If you weren't a nice person you wouldn't feel bad about it. And it ISN'T your fault that you have a crappy mental illness that makes life and decision making that little bit tougher. It's only your fault if you give up fighting it xxx

 

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