Thursday, May 22, 2008
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Crying out loud tonight.
Finally.
There's a limit t how much I can take, my dear. I'm not your punching bag, the toy you take it when you like & throw whenever you feel like it. I cannot take your nonsense like 'Today I like you & tmr you're just a stranger t me'. I'm sorry but I'm not your kinda girl, or the girl you knew anymore. Sensitivity is in me, honey. If you can't accept me, get the hell out of here.
Reminder: I'm not her, neither am I your toy.
So. Damn. Broken. Tonight.



