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pocketful of sunshine.mp3 - Natasha bedingfield
Wednesday, June 04, 2008, 9:43 pm
Fairytale endings? Tsk..

I'm everything bad in the relationship. The one at fault. The one who is always crying. The one who is always ignored. The one who is the least important. But at the end of the day, I still run back to him crying. WHAT THE FUCK??

He says, he would only control his temper only if I watch what I'm saying. But hello, do you realise that I mean them? Just because you refuse to listen to them doesn't mean they are untrue. A person depends on a relationship for support but in here, I am the support for the relationship. I'm doing everything. Just one fine day, I'll fall. Cause I can't take it anymore. Its just too much for me to bear.

You take advantage of the fact that I will always come back crying to you no matter what. Cause you know that I can't live without you. You are my everything, literally. No one can match up to you. As much I have insulted you to the maximum in anger, I love you to that point as well. I love you too much that just one small mistake hurts me like hell. Every time, I walk away I always hoped that maybe this time he would ask me back again. He loves me. NOT?

I have to ask you to do things for me. Just so that I feel loved. But at the end of the day you claim that you love me. You are only almost there when I need you.

What hurts the most is just because you hate to see me cry, you yell at me to stop crying? How do you even have the heart? Stop saying that I used to shout last time and stuff and that it is not wrong for you to do it now because I loved you for who you are and if you want to be like who I was then what is the point of me loving you. Then again, you know I can't live without you and I come back crying.

I just hope that someday I will grow independent and never have to bother you like I do now. Like I said, its a chore for you to love me.

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