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Originally Posted by PK-EK
so on Tuesday night we had a talk.
she told me how its not fair for me to keep talking to her because i'm just practically waiting for her.
she also told me she would totally understand why i would need my space and that it would be okay that i didn't talk to her.
I thought that would be it. and I could start rebuilding my walls that i put down for her.
She went to Vegas yesterday. and I get a drunk message from her...
What the fuck. i thought we made things crystal clear. I need to not talk about you and not think about you if i need to move on.
so the stupid/crazy/child/fairtail me is telling myself
"hey! PK-EK
she still thinks about you, deep down inside she does like you. that is why she drunk messaged you. you still have a chance with her."
FUCK!
I need a fucking drink
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And tonight.... We are talking like we use too.
Saying our goodnights and sweet dreams.
But this time. I know. She doesn't love me like i love her.
And that's the only damn thing im holding onto. The only thing that will get me thru this.
If she did love me like i loved her. She would tell me that i dont need to go on a diet. And she would be more worried about my damn dog in her dealth bed. And how my manger is a cunt and i almost quit on the stop on friday.
That's it. Keep doing your thing. Keep showing me you dont love me. I dont need to hear. I need to see it. And feel it.