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Ian

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Thursday, July 2, 2009, 6:17 AM

I'm not fucking fine.
It's not okay.
I don't care what you two think.
Because you don't care what I would think.
I'm not all for all that,
"It's okay.. I'm okay. I'm fine. Ignore my feelings it doesnt matter" shit.
Because it's not okay, it's not fine, and my feelings aren't supposed to be thrown everywhere.
If you girls think that I'm gonna stay here and listen to how fine and safe you girls are, I'm not buying any of that shit.
"Don't find us,"
Do you think I would do that?
I won't.
Because if you thought I would,
you don't know me well enough.
You better come back.

And to you.
I don't know what's gotten into me.
But I can't stand you anymore.
Not even a little bit.
Saying how your feelings doesn't matter.
Saying how you're fine when you're not.
I have had enough of this.
When T&J are just out there alone and out of reach.
You stay at your little home, thinking of what to get for your boyfriend.
Thinking of how to celebrate your boyfriend's birthday,
When your best friend is out there alone.
When you don't even know if she's safe.
And you don't even show one, single sign, of just worrying for her on your blog.
I thought worrying was what you did best.
And worrying for others is one of the best things i love about you.
Loved, about you.
Thanks girl.
I finally saw who you really are.
You tell people that your feelings aren't important,
but you spend the rest of your days telling people it isn't.
Harping on how bad your life is.
Well, if you think that your life is miserable,
think about mine.
think about Yiting's.
think about other's.
I thought you were the only one I could really relate to.
But from this ignorance and stupidity that you show,
Just shows that I am wrong.
It's not like we're saying that you can not tell us about your feelings,
but you have never been straight-forward about it.
You always find different ways of showing your feelings to us.
But you have never told us how you really felt.

I miss that girl I used to know.
Because you're not her.


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