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| Would someone please call a surgeon
who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
that you're deserting for better company
I can't accept that it's over
and I will block the door like a goalie tending the net
in the third quarter of a tied game rivalry
So just say how to make it right and I swear I'll do my best to comply
Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
than making you my bride and slowly growing old together
I feel I must interject here
you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself
with these revisions and gaps in history
So let me help you remember
I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear
I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave
So, please back away and let me go..
I can't, my darling, I love you so (oh, oh)
Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
than making you my bride and slowly growing old together
Don't you feed me lies about some idealistic future
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures
I know that I have made mistakes and I swear I'll never wrong you again
You've got a lure I can't deny.. But you've had your chance, so say goodbye. Say goodbye.
- The Postal Service.
I guess you were always right about one thing- "Nothing Better" did turn out to be a perfect song for us. Except:
1) you were the one who deserted me for better company,
2) I've told you what to do to make it right.. and you never listened,
3) you never loved me,
4) you never admitted to your mistakes, and
5) last year, when I was in Hawaii, I was so far away that I was scared of losing you. And so I texted you to please never hurt me, to which you responded, "I'd never do anything to hurt you, I love you." Well, that was clearly another one of your lies. You've been out of my life for almost a year now, and part of me is still hurt by what you did to me. Thanks for the broken promises.
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| "Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me."
- New Moon
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| begin rant:
a three-time fail within the span of twenty-four hours.
did i reach that low point of my life? again? ughhhhhh
FUCK GUYS, WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK!?!
end rant.
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| "When I got home that night, I couldn't get Charlotte's words out of my head. We spent our childhoods playing games. Were they all just primers for the games we played as adults? Were relationships just a big chess match- strategy moves, counter moves- all designed to keep your opponent off balance until you win? Was there such a thing as an honest relationship? Or was it true: do you have to play games to make a relationship work?"
- Sex and the City, Games People Play
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| if managerial accounting has taught me one thing, it's that past costs are irrelevant.
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