broken doll

say what you want; believe what you see
but your sticks and stones can never break me

if you say you're above all this shit, then why did you pick the fight in the first place?
jeez and damn.




took a ballet class yesterday, a little bit lot sore today haha


sometimes i wish i could go and say something... but what? i realize after all this i still want your friendship... something you've gone out and lost :( idk what to think anymore. i'm really trying to hold back commenting about this nasty hurt i am still feeling inside from what you did. i really think you don't think i hurt as bad as you, that you've got it the worst. well you don't. i won't go to say i'm hurting more, because i highly doubt that, but i'm pretty sure we're equal. don't twist things up anymore; you've now seen where that's got you the last two times... when you say you're proud, well i'd say got off your high and mighty. you're got all these people who want to be your friend and help you. are you letting them? all i've got is about two and a blog. jeez; you're even still better off and i bet you'll never know it.
*sigh*
i might even say i miss you, but hell i'm guarding my heart because i do not want this to ever happen again. i made a promise to myself, that night, and i'm going to stick to it.
not everything goes your way, and you can't hide behind excuses forever.






i am broken, God, please fix me.