:: If You Were A Sailboat - katie melua

too many things to say, too many words to read, too many games to play, too many hearts that bleed. but so little time for all and none.

the other day i was thinking again (this extended 'thinking' period seems to be part of my ritualistic post-breakup healing..) and it's amazing and ridiculous how the same man who told me i was the most important thing in his life could, in such a short time, make me feel like i was the most dispensable thing in the world. it's really painful, that.

not enough time to say all i want to say, notes on random things and all. oh well.

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