Friday, May 11, 2007

I wish things would go back to the way they were, or perhaps better... The aloofness is absolutely torturous. I would rather have a knife thrust deeply into my flesh and twisted about. I feel sick to my stomach with such hideous pretence that nothing is wrong. The witching hour passes and tears continue to flood my pillow. The pangs are almost unbearable. My love has been belittled to a great extend. I hurt immensely because he is the man I want to marry. I am in too deep. Yet, he remains completely ignorant. I miss the man I first laid my eyes on and fell in love with. I miss the man that made me feel special to significant. I miss him so much...


Edit: I hate it when we fight. I get all emotional, clingy and annoying. -.-"
[5/11/2007 8.54 PM]

Love,
Brenda.
5/11/2007 03:02:00 AM