tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653005478191133562011-11-25T02:34:22.747-08:00Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05290080356844739059noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165300547819113356.post-92232892981692131642011-05-31T06:11:00.000-07:002011-05-31T06:19:09.904-07:00I do admit. For a moment of time I was briefly fascinated by you. You were bright, different, interesting and well, good enough. For a while. <br />Now that the fog has cleared and I've seen you for who you were, to say the least, I was really disappointed. You were just like any other, but worse. Your thoughts were all first rather refreshing, but now all I could see is your foul nature and unkind heart. I thought you were better. How some people would get better once you know them. But I think you were worse. It's as if you were worse from how you used to be when I briefly knew you. Or maybe it's just me, unable to get past your glaring flaws and calculating heart. I do admit I was disappointed but I guess what's mere disappointment as compared to continue living in a make believe world, where I can pretend that you would change. I do hate asking people to change for me. I would never ask that of anyone. So, adios to the good times we shared.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165300547819113356-9223289298169213164?l=creatin-a-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05290080356844739059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165300547819113356.post-68927708685511125322009-01-23T06:21:00.000-08:002009-01-23T06:22:08.755-08:00Moved to www.broken-heartstrings.blogspot.com<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165300547819113356-6892770868551112532?l=creatin-a-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05290080356844739059noreply@blogger.com0