The end.
I always knew it would come to this,I always knew who would be bitter and who would be calm.
It turned out just as I expected...just as I feared.
After it all, should we not still be friends?
Should we not have some sort of silent agreement regarding peace?
Immaturity will become you.
It will bring you down.
Don't you see what you've done?
I was the last stitch, holding you together when all other thread unraveled from your life.
Now you are a tattered disgrace.
Take your drugs.
Drink your booze.
Spit your trash.
Play your games.
Because in the end, I dont even care.
You've fallen from grace, m'dear.
And I'm still soaring above.
So tell me, hun, who's laughing now?
On Friday, September 26, 2008 at 1:41 PM
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