Love aint the answer, nor is work. The truth eludes me so much it hurts, but I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key,I'm a twentysomething and I'll keep bein' me

6.02.2008

What you wrote:

"Goodbye, good luck. I'm sure if I were a being capable of love I would love you. But I'm not, and what ifs are just wasted moments of thought. You're right to say you do not know me. No one knows me, not even myself. My life is a deep, dark cave and tonight - once the sun goes down - I will put aside my doubts about God and pray to Him that you haven't crawled too far in to get back out and see daylight again. I'm so, so sorry for ever dragging you down into this endless tunnel. Somehow, for some reason, I had this completely false hope that you would climb into my cave and rescue me and pull me out with you. And that never happened - which is not to detract any from your character or your abilities, but it was just such a fairy tale for me to have in the first place. In short, I thought you were the one. Turns out, there is no one."

What I will respond:

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Authors note: If I get famous, you can have the credit. I don't want it.

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