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Its Only Life - Kate Voegele
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
confession of a mixed person...

2004-07-27 - 10:44 a.m.
now in skool..multimedia class..very pissed and stressed lately..dun noe ward to do...i tynk im gonna ask for a breakup wif iswandi...ive had enuf..i culdnt take nimore...he dun care lyke he used to..he dun pamper me..he dun hold ma hand..he dun look at me wen we talk..its lyke im dys gerl he styl datyng...but he dun wan to haf me...its lyke he got nomore feelyngs for me...i bcum more stronger and more dedicated to hyma nd hes lyke dis...and wen i ask he keep complainin im at dis again...i keep doin dis...i keep tynkyng negative..i keeep startyn all dis again...but its true i change ma perspective yesterday but wne i meet hym i dun seem to enjoy i feel lyke cryin but i cant cry infrnt of hym...no w i feel lyke cryin but i juz culd cry insyde of me...i dun wanna show...i jus feel lyke breakytn down...i dunnoe ward to do..i dun wanan go separate ways but its d onli choice to noe whther he styl cares...but obviously he dun nimorre...how can he do dis to me...ward happen tot d iswandi i lurve most...d one whos always put me first b4 hym...d one who spend hys everytyng for me..ward happen/???he culdnt even see d inside of ma heart..he culdnt even noe ward im tynkynga nd ward im feelyng...he culdnt even care less how hurt i am...he dun even notice ma being decresyn i bcum more and more like decomposyn...wards wrong wif me...i cant be hapie nimore...i dint make a mistake...did i??y...godness..help me...ward wrong....


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