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{ Dreamer }
Definition:

1. a person who dreams.

2. a person who lives in a world of fantasy; one who is impractical and unrealistic.

3. a person whose ideas or projects are considered audacious or highly speculative; visionary.
{ Marianne }

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
It was always you.

{ Past. }

January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 December 2011 January 2012 February 2012 March 2012 April 2012 May 2012 July 2012 October 2012 January 2013 March 2013 July 2013 August 2013 January 2014 September 2014 January 2015 July 2015

{ Wednesday, June 18, 2008 }

It's not like you'll read this since I've changed the address.
It's not like I know you've read the previous posts.
It's not like I'm doing this on purpose.
It's not like I want to miss you.
It's not like I want to remember all that.
It's just that I do.
And I'm sorry if it causes any feelings in you that make you hate me.
Go on, hate me.
I'm sorry. It has nothing to do with anything else in the world.
It's me. It's just me. I'm a stupid weird person.
I'm the one holding on to something that's been gone for so long.
I'm the one to blame.
I'm sorry.
Nothing I say will ever change anything.
It is completely my fault.
I know its stupid, I know its dumb.
But I cant help it.
Guess we'll never ever ever again.
Goodbye for good.
Not because I want to
but because I know it'll happen.
Very sorry.


{ fin }