Just wanting you to come around, so won't you won't you heed.

Morning dew droplets, pitter pat the streets.I who would walk this earth, whoever shalt i meets.Same old faces or new found surfaces they would i greet.But come around again my dear, you would i need.

22.6.10

I give up.

           Why is it that it seems like you're taking the chances for granted?? Twice in a row you disappoint me about the same thing. Once about the same thing. I seriously don't get it. I give up trying to forgive you, i give up trying to give you chances, because you gravely disappointed me.

            What makes it worst? I was slogging my ass off over a letter for 1 hour straight, I put in so much effort. And i cried over it badly, because i poured my emotions into it. I made it one of the most sincere/thoughtful letters i have ever written for you so far. How many have i written? Yet every new letter, i put in even more effort. Even if it doesn't come out as better, the effort was. I cried before, after and during the writing of the letter. And after i finish, i was contented, happy that i could give it to you. And what did i get before i even gave you the letter? Nonsense from you.

             How is it that when i ask you, you can tell me you don't find anything wrong? I don't understand. If that is the way you see things, i give up trying to be patient with you already. Don't ever expect me to be happy or talk to you nicely, i give up seriously. You have shown me that you aren't worth the patience.

             Farewell. And stop saying sorry and love you, because i don't think you really do.  

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