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Sunday, June 28, 2009
Life Sucking

I have realized people suck. Like majorly suck.

I actually really want to cry right now. And it's not from a sucky proposal in my story, or from a movie.

But from the feeling of being forgotten. Or disconnected. It's hard to feel connected when the person you miss the most will only text and not call. I guess I'm really not that important to them.

The thing is. They don't even really care. At all.