"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
Today Emily was sad.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Speak playing.

I regret having so long relied on the words of others to express myself. Because honestly, you don't care what my favorite man of heart has to say.

Reasons Why.


I am wounded in spirit. I have once again gotten my hopes up and trusted in someone. (no, not you, Emilea) Only to find they are too distant and self-involved to notice.
I said once
"and I'm slow to forgive...actually it probably depends on whether or not I think you're worth it."

Now I know.

Posted byEm
at2:53 PM

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1 comments:

emilea said...

i'm so sorry. people are evil. especially people who are evil to you. people who are evil to you are added to my list. you know which one i'm talking about. just give me the name, and he/she is on there and they're gone. i promise. i'm sorry. i'll go beat them up if you want me to.

November 6, 2007 at 4:45 PM  

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