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jonas whitney adam kara driskill audra

 
is it wrong of me to be upset right now? when im in doubt, i seem to rip myself apart. im in much doubt right now, of lots of shit, and im not sure what is going on anymore.


 ::: posted by Eddie at 1:35 PM


 
im sorry

and when i say im sorry, i mean that i feel bad for not being the top notch at all times for you. im sorry that sometimes im not a complete fufilment. im sorry that im not always the best. im sorry sometimes i make you cry. im sorry i make you angry. im sorry im not always there.

im sorry i love you so much



 ::: posted by Eddie at 12:01 AM


 
in the past ive been a fighter, ive been a lover, and ive been a hassle.

even now all i want to do is hold you. i want you to be around forever. i get so nervous about a lot. other guys, your feelings, and you just not being around. i know im not the best guy for you, at least thats how i feel sometimes. i talk a lot...i scare myself.

in the past so many things happened, and i want to relive those feelings, i want to relive them everytime i see you. just to have guidence with your hands, destination to happyness. when a small shiver ran throughout us at the slightest touch.

i right this post in the process of venting.

i never wish to move on from you, im happy here. but i want to know if you are; because if your not, i cant hold you back



 ::: posted by Eddie at 7:42 PM


 
and i will always say im sorry when our time is short. and i will always feel bad when i cut us off. and i will always feel bad you dont sound like yourself.

for my time is always best spent with you



 ::: posted by Eddie at 11:37 PM


 
theres nothing i can think of that gives me a reason to deserve anything this great


 ::: posted by Eddie at 11:10 PM


 
the moon lights up the front lawn as the car pulls east.

i sweep back to my pile of shit thats waiting for my lonely return. in time the ruins speak louder than the rubble that it is, as they all bathe comfortably in the hell they have created.

for me its a hell anyway

i put my hands over both ears, the world around is silent, calm, and everything around me takes on the role of marionettes, acting in my minds wishes.

i sometimes wonder if the hole they've dug will ever be filled by recreation. as if their choices could have been remade to resemble something more homely.

when the same faint yellow light glows radiently through my sheets in the window, i can only yearn for the love i miss, and the love that just drove away.

thank you
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 ::: posted by Eddie at 12:15 AM


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