sábado, 27 de março de 2010

I remember when I told her everything. Instead of being excited, all she could say when she looked at me was "Well, that's great. But you shouldn't get your hopes up."
I hate her for that.
I hate her because she knows I can't not get my hopes up.
And I hate her because now that things turned out a little different than what I expected, I don't know what to do.

I feel awful.

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