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He's a jerk. He's an a**, and there's nothing I can do to stop him. Once loving him, all is lost. We're not one, but two separate beings now. We promised, promised. We'd still be firends. It's not like as miss him. He left a picture at my locker. It was more bent then ever so- The picture I gave, He acepted with a blush, and some glee- But now he's tuned away, He's turned away from me. What a jerk.
I guess this poetry stuff really is getting to me. I've made a poem about Ed.. Not Elric, but Ed. It's not good, and It's not to happy either. I also had to write baout what death would look like if he were a person. I might post that soom here if you remind me about it. I wrote that thing up there just 'cause I'm a little mad. Mad at Zach, I could almost say I hated him, but I can't and I never really will. I made him an enlargened picture of us last year at the 8th greade graduation, when we were still together. But, just yesturday He bent it up, and stuffed it in my band locker. I mean, if you're gunna give it up, do it like a man, not a coward. That just shows me that he's afraid of me, and prolly still likes me. He complains to my friend Cynthea about why we broke up. He says it's because I cut my hair, I dress like a hobo, and because I'm immature.
Well, first of all, I broke up with him because he was a clinger. If you don't know what that means, it means that they get to attached, and we were only in eighth grade.
Second, If you like me, I't s not because of what my haair was like, and I know that when your younger, you don't realize it, but you know, it still shouldn't matter what they look like-- especially the HAIR.
Third, I don't dress like a hobo. Okay? That's just rude. If anything, he dresses like a hobo because he wares the same shorts every other day |seriously he does| he wares the same sweater every day. |He does, it's a black hoodie, and it smells bad. D: | And... The same shirts every week. I don't dress like a hobo. I ware the same pants every other WEEK. M'kuy? I dress however that most expresses myslef, different. I dress different from everybody else, but that doens't mean I'm a hobo. He dresses like he's expressing himself too: dull.
Thinking about him makes me mad. You wouldn't understand unless you truely were me. But he's just a really but jerk. He's the one who told me that he still loved me when we broke up. He's putting on a big fat a** act. He's acting like an a*****e, but I didn't think it was an act when we were one, he was his true self, but he's he's acting, acting likea n a*****e, just to prove a pointless point to me that I have no need in knowing. He's trying to say that he's better off without me.
I secretly know that it's not true. Alright, that's it. Chos.
Eddii · Wed Nov 08, 2006 @ 12:53am · 4 Comments |
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