looking at those words stirred up my head a little.
i know it might not be for me, i know it probably won't be about me. but for a fraction of second, in between the flashes of denial i think; you didn't ever do so wrong to her as you did to me. and then the words seemed so familiar, so familiar as something even i would write myself.

then all over again,
i have to stop myself from thinking about the things and the person i shouldn't be thinking about because they utterfly don't deserve it. but the thing is, i can never make myself hate the people that deserve it.