Dear Livejournal,

"I'm sorry things turned out this way"

After that, I went outside to have a cigarette, I walked to the door and realised what I had just done. In my head it was over. This was definatly something worth crying about.

I sat on my letterbox and just thought, I thought about how you might be crying too, but rather than wanting to sit next to you and hold you forever, I didn't care. I was pretty hurt too, and I;m pretty damn sure you meant more to me than I meant to you. I finally found the energy to light a cigarette, and just sat staring at the sky, occasionally taking a drag.

My cigarette was done, I figured I'd go back to my room, cuddle up into my bed and fade out. I took off all my clothes, climbed into bed and was reminded of the time hannah stayed over. I tried to think about everything else about her, for the last time... I couldn't find anything good.

I realised I hadn't made the wrong choice, this was innevitable.


Goodbye.

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