#182.
The great unveiling of the skin that took me a super long time to mod. I don't really know if I like it or hate it or don't like it as much as the other one.. But J asked about it, so I thought I may as well put it on.

Oh hey, you, yeah. I know this is stupid; writing up another blog about you, which will probably amount to nothing save wasting my time and effort. But really. I can't believe everything that's happened, and I hardly want to repeat myself but I feel as if I have to. You have put me in an insanely emotional state and I am disliking it very very much. I don't know. The last thing I want right now is to talk to you and have everything go back to the way it was because that didn't work either. I guess what I want is for us to talk it out. Instead of you just one wording me.
I guess that's it. Right there. You one wording me. You said that's one of the things you absolutely hate, and, well to slip in another cliche; You've become one of the things you said you hate. The worst thing about relationships is the aftermath. Regardless of why you split or which directions your separate ways were in, you will always sit and wonder 'what if?' what if that something that caused you to break up had never happened, would you still be completely and wholly head over heels still? Majority of the time the answer is no. No, you would have eventually found something to disagree over, and that something would have turned into a something larger than the original something by twenty fold.
Props for those who have relationships that work. I don't know how you do it.


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Labels: Hating the words 'break up'.

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