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Saturday, May 14, 2011
The hotcha girls.... @ 10:58 AM

Smells like autumn smells like leaves....

I just want to cry. It's almost fucking midday and I want to fucking cry! I WANT TO FUCKING CRY SO LET ME. But alas... I can't... And all the hurt is being stored away against my own will. And when will it come out? perhaps next time we meet. You left a bitter taste in my mouth and a rumble in my stomach.

pretty birds...pretty mouths...

And despite everything I still just want you to be happy. But I'm going to be happy too. I've cried too much over you and I see now that you aren't even worth it. You never were worth it. You came with a burden and troubles I couldn't fix. And my hair is getting longer as time passes us faster. But we'll meet again in this god forsaken city. And deep down I know my heart will always flutter in your company...and my eyes will light up...and my stomach will turn into knots. I don't know why you stopped calling. And I don't know why you wont answer me... but you've made it perfectly clear you want nothing more to do with me. And you're a spineless coward and nothing close to a man, if you couldn't even say it to my face.

And I'm too much of a lady to leave you my last words 'fuck you'. But I have now too much respect for myself to ever admire a child who could never even get his words out. I'm a lady. A woman. And I don't have time for little boys anymore.

...It could also be that i dropped my sanity somewhere on the interstate that night ... who knows?

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Mizdiario comes from the Spanish words, "Mis diarios" meaning, 'my dairies', which is just what this blog itself is about...it is filled with my life adventure and mishaps, fabulous and atrocious.

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