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Sunday, May 24, 2009

Let go of old things.
Hold and accept the new.
Haven't felt this blessed for sixteen years.
But I want to talk about yesterday.
Yesterday was the day I felt worse than ever.
I was fucking miserable and neglected.
When baby when out with her friends, it just totally put me off.
I hated the fact she out was with other guys past 7pm.A
And it just really really irritated me.
I cried out silently that day.
I felt totally destroyed. Frightened even.
I knew I was being selfish and unreasonable.
But I couldn't help it.
What's to say she didn't feel this way before?
The memory still comes back to me every once in a while.
And I just don't feel happy at all.
I don't want her to talk and go out with other guy.
It makes me feel jealous.
But it isn't fair to her. That's why I bottle up things inside of me.
Fuck. I hate it when I'm like this.
I hate jealousy.
I'm sorry baby.
I can't help feeling this way.
I'm just... really really sorry.
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