Wednesday, May 20, 2009

What's the point?

I noticed you quite a lot before I left town with my best friends to hangout with my favorite crowd. I played music for my favorite crowd. I recall almost crying while screaming, because all I could think of was you.

You tried to help me find my binder the other day. I almost exploded when I heard you say my name. I've been so fucked up ever since. What's the point? Why do you pretend to care when I know you don't?

My head hurts. Should I give you forgiveness? Or am I the one who should be apologizing? I'm not sure. I'd probably puke if there was something in my stomach. Perhaps sleep will make me forget.

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