2004-08-30 + 9:01 p.m.
What it all really boils down to.

Or "What I've avoided writing for the past two years"

For the longest time, I've wanted someone to say just how wrong I was treated. Someone who was outraged, and disgusted...someone to make them feel like the biggest losers on the face of the earth, who were now eternally cursed to die alone, embittered and unfulfilled.

Someone to avenge me.

But the problem lies in two things:

1 - I wasn't wronged, I wasn't led on, I wasn't really mistreated. I took a chance, and it didn't work out. I got hurt. That happens. It's called Life. Unfortunate, but just the way it is.

2 - There's only one person who could ever, or should ever stand up for me, and that is me. I wish I was one of those girls that couldn't be forgotten, the kind you find yourself thinking about for no reason when it's quiet and calm at night...but I'm just me.

When you wear your heart on your sleeve,
it naturally gets dirty.
So, you rinse it off, wring it out,
hang it up to dry on faith's closeline

And put it right back on your sleeve.
(But three years later, I still remember. Part of me always will.)

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