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my frustration's gone. hurray? not quite.
now, i'm just plain angry. and hurt. angry and hurt. not the best combination?

i dont even understand whats wrong. actually I do, and it hurts. so very badly. but i dont feel like saying out loud. that would just make it too real.

even if i know it's already too real. whenever my friends bring it up, i find myself hastily changing the subject. because i hate thinking about it. but sooner or later, it's going to come. so what am i going to do then?

so what happened now? seriously. i'm probably over reacting again. like always, and in the end there's actually absolutely nothing wrong. but this time its different? it feels different, certainly. but i know there's something wrong.

it kills me.

i need a hug? and it's gotta be from the right person. hah.

"I infuriate myself," he said gently. "The way i can't seem to keep from putting you in danger. My very existence puts you at risk. Sometimes I truly hate myself. I should be stronger, I should be able to - "
I placed my hand over his mouth. "Don't"
He took my hand, moving it from his lips, but holding it to his face.
"I love you." he said. "It's a poor excuse of what I'm doing, but it's true."
It was the first time he'd said he loved me - in so many words. He might not realize it, but i certainly did.

-page 319; Twilight.

I'm done with Twilight by the way. woots. it's awesome. srsly.

darlinks.

way back when

thankyouu.