Lies and Fairweather Friends.

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Thursday, June 3, 2010 @ 4:57 AM

Um. I'm trying to make things better. But seeing as I tend to destruct everything,
I guess I should stop. Me asking you to tell me what you said you would, only pissed you off. Because my life isn't so fortunate at the moment.
Lol.
Okay. It's all good. Lover, not a fighter. Tell me when you've come to your senses to realise life won't always work out the way you want it. And that's normal. But you can't take it, hey.