the editor i could not see you for who you were. my eyes, clouded with youth and inexperience, only saw those traits that wanted for adoration - only those traits which deserved it.
i edited you into perfection.
i could not see you for who you were. it is easier now to make you into the monster - to believe you totally unfeeling - than to believe that you really did love me and yet acted so selfishly.
it's easier to convince myself you never loved me at all.
to hate you is necessary.
but the one thing i find myself incapable of forgiving you for is stealing my so much of my youth. and it fucking kills me to think i never really knew you at all. 9:57 a.m. - 2008-11-05 |
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