Thursday, October 26, 2006
he left. somewhere in Belgium now. amidst some of the prettiest architechural sites on earth. a part of me keeps thinking about him..if he's alright, if he has acclimatized, if he has eaten..random thoughts really.
but i have to listen to those around me now. everyone is saying the same things..if just one or two said the same thing nevermind, but everyone is telling me the exact bloody thing, so i suppose there's some truth in what they're saying.
they've told me that talk is cheap. if he really loves you, he would have done something, anything. but he didn't. so wake up and smell the bloody hazy skies di, take that gulp of sake and stop being the stupid naive starry-eyed girl waiting for a boy who just knows how to say sweet-nothings. which in essence; truly is n.o.t.h.i.n.g.
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