Sunday, February 18, 2007

Whatever.

You. You make me feel so lousy about myself. You make me feel Sad. You make me feel rejected. You make me feel like i can be on top of the world and then down in the valley the very next moment.

YOU. You brush me off like i'm a bug on your sleeve. You make me feel like i'm special when you just see me as a nobody.

YOU.

I DON'T WANT YOU. I DON'T NEED YOU.


But yet. i love you.