I woke up to crappy pop punk music in the morning and realised that I needed to change the alarm. I kind of liked it, in a secret kind of way, a closet conformist in a world of non-conformist jackasses who can't face the fact they've all been cheated out of their individuality and are sheep just like the rest of us.
I play our song every day as I'm putting on my makeup and straightening my hair. It's been four years and the song still plays every day at 9 am. I wonder what you'd say if you knew. "Just move on" like you say every time.
Why should I? It's bullshit is what it is. I love you. I fucking love you and you don't even care. It's funny someone can break your heart so completely but you can still love them with all the little pieces. I've been stitching it together all these years, all these years that you've found another girl, and then another girl. Now she's engaged to you and I'm supposed to be happy for you. Secretly, I want you to be miserable like I am whenever your memories play like movies in my head but even more secretly I want you to be happy. Blissfully happy so I could live vicariously through you just one last time.
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- Rhyme,Lyrics, Prose, Dirty Pretty. by Antebellum.
800 points, ended September 24, 2009, 263 entries
Honorable mention
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wow--good vent!
I know I've been here a time or two in my life. Actually pretty recently--it sucks! but writing is a good way to get it out. At least I've found throughout time it helps.
thanks for sharing!
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Wow. interesting rant.
I know what this is like. [not exactly] but close.
thanks for entering this,
I'm surprised I'm the first to comment. Its a very powerful write, and full of emotion. good luck.
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