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diary of p. diddy |
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you know how sometimes, you have something to say to someone, but you jsut can't say it. you want them to understand how you feel, but you can't convey it.
you want to tell him he's an asshole, and could've been more honest in the beginning and said he didn't like you like that (if he really didn't) and you could've moved on, but no, he said he liked you but didn't want a girlfriend, then twice now he's had a girlfriend despite him still saying he likes and cares about you, and you know it's bull shit and you're only there to replace the girlfriend he will most likely soon be over with, only to be tossed aside again when a new girl comes along. and it isn't even like he chose to have a girlfriend, she just started calling him her boyfriend...cause she fucking gave him head. you sleptwith the bastard, and still, were just friends. his best friend even thinks that was cold. but you like him. and you keep liking him. and you can't bring yourself up to enough courage to say these things. inside, you pretty much dead, you feel useless... you feel like you can't do any better, because you never have.... you probably never will.
so you stay friends, you still have feelings... you don't want them. you know you shouldn't have them. but no matter how long you try, when you think you're over him, you aren't.
all it takes is a smile, and a few words, and baam...back into the liking you go.
you refuse to fall in love. good choice. but you like him, and also refuse to hate him.
on a lighter note, i'm going to look at new cellies.
oh wait.. that's gonna cost me a lot of money.
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