Wednesday, 3 August 2011

The interior monologue of a needy, passive-agressive, push-over when being ignored.

I'm here. I always was. I always will be. Whenever you need me. Truly. I'm here. It's you who decides whether you want me to be or not.

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Look. I'm not psychic. I can only guess what you are thinking from what you are or aren't saying. I can only guess how you are feeling from how you are or aren't being. No pressure. Just know that you can speak to me. Whenever you need to you can speak to me, but you will have to actually speak to me.

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Seriously, I have no idea what is going on inside your head or anything. I'm trying to work you out but i really have no clue. I'll guess, and I'll guess wrong. I can't read thoughts! So if you don't want me to guess wrong - FUCKING TELL ME!!!!!

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Sorry about that.

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No wait, I'm not sorry. Fuck sorry. That's it. That is fucking it. Fuck you. Fuck off. I don't give a fucking shit about anything related to you. I fucking don't. Not a shit. A fucking shit. Don't fucking talk to me then. I don't fucking care.You're full of shit anyway. FUCKING SHIT. Just fuck off. I don't give a fuck what you think. I don't give a fuck how you feel. Fuck your thoughts. Fuck your feelings. And FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!

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If you ever need to talk, I'm still here... sorry... if you need to... whenever...

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