Tuesday, 21 September 2010

21st September 2010.

..The worst day of my life.
Not because of my choices. But because of the fact people wouldn't listen, people wouldn't give me a chance to explain. In art, Rob text me, he said you knew about what happened in Dorset, i felt sick. To think that you thought i cheated on you, was... well, unbearable. The amount of times i nearly cried. I remember sitting in the computer room on my own, and just staring at the blank word document on my page, i blinked and a single tear rolled down my cheek.

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