Do you want to hear the story of the girl who was gullible enough to believe that people could change?
This girl messed up. She listened to the sweet voice saying I will not berate you. She listened to the fact that he felt victimized, approached by another guy who admittedly was hostile to him. She listened to him say he felt lost and out of the loop.
She understood where he came from, but could not really express that.
This girl messed up. She listened to the sweet voice saying I will not berate you. She listened to the fact that he felt victimized, approached by another guy who admittedly was hostile to him. She listened to him say he felt lost and out of the loop.
She understood where he came from, but could not really express that.
He said she wasn't remorseful, but he can't see the pain behind. He doesn't understand how difficult it is to hurt feelings. He does it so easily, no regrets, no fucks given.
He said he wasn't there to berate me. (Slut)
He said he just wanted to listen and not judge. (You're the problem)
He said he hadn't made a decision on who to believe yet. (History repeats itself)
He said he hadn't made a decision on who to believe yet. (History repeats itself)
Then she heard a phone call from her ex best friend, asking why it was taking so long. (She's a dumb bitch with nothing to say)
So she shut up even more. (Wow this is dumb)
And then he started the onslaught of daggers laced with venomous words. Blame was thrown like a grenade, ready to blow up and destroy lives. Every title shattered bones like a bullet hit hard in her body.
She sat there on the stairs with a smile, because that was the only way she could hold herself together. The high pitched, nonchalant "OK" as every word jabbed in just seemed to anger him more. He looked for every single hole in her armor. He kept stabbing at her paper armor, only seeing that it hit armor, not seeing the bleeding wounds underneath.
She said she had a meeting, and she did, but she ended up missing it by lying down motionless in her abode. She was too sick to get up, wondering if everyone hated her with this much passion. Her mind wouldn't stop thinking of the possibilities, and for a moment, she even lost faith in her trust for the one she trusted most. And that was a sickening moment, because she regretted that the most.
She messed up.
And then he started the onslaught of daggers laced with venomous words. Blame was thrown like a grenade, ready to blow up and destroy lives. Every title shattered bones like a bullet hit hard in her body.
She sat there on the stairs with a smile, because that was the only way she could hold herself together. The high pitched, nonchalant "OK" as every word jabbed in just seemed to anger him more. He looked for every single hole in her armor. He kept stabbing at her paper armor, only seeing that it hit armor, not seeing the bleeding wounds underneath.
She said she had a meeting, and she did, but she ended up missing it by lying down motionless in her abode. She was too sick to get up, wondering if everyone hated her with this much passion. Her mind wouldn't stop thinking of the possibilities, and for a moment, she even lost faith in her trust for the one she trusted most. And that was a sickening moment, because she regretted that the most.
She messed up.
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