i'd be with 'til the end
when i come undone
you bring me back again
back under the stars
back into your arms Man...this is just too fucking bleak. Here are the times where I miss Russiane the most. How can I make him believe that they are not the ones that I hate? It seems like everything I say would sound like lies to him now. IT WASN'T FUCKING YOU. God, I'm too tired to let people understand me. I do have lots of faults, and I'm willing to apologize. The only mistake I made was not telling and being stupid enough to fall for their enemy tactics. But hey, I am only human. I finally decided to just call it quits. If he doesn't want to talk to me anymore, I'd be happy to show him my stone cold side. Heck, I have been like that before I met him. It would be just too easy to do. If he wasn't mad at me at all and I just happened to skip to conclusions, all's well that ends well. The love that I used to feel for him now turned into a love that I feel for him as a friend. Then I'd be doing everyone a favor. It's such a good thing that I'll be watching WWE at Araneta this coming Saturday. It'll just feel good to forget my problems for a while. Like I said, I love myself more now. Spilling too many tears on these kinds of things would just be a complete waste of my time. I just exaggerated yesterday. My eyes were full of tears...but I didn't cry. Shook it off, that's what I did. And congratulate me too--I have Orange and Lemons' "Heaven Knows" playing in my background right now for my sitDiary. Yay! Suits my Brokeback Mountain layout really well. Mission finally accomplished! And for my finale...I heart my WWE.