Me Vs. Reality

It's really sad how history repeats itslef. And it's really funny(in a bad way) how I didn't plan a thing. I should take up making more exactly plans. I don't allow myself be wrong . Not again. Or not again after again :). It is said that if somebody screws you up once, there is a possibility that he's going to do it again. But if somebody screws you up twice, the possibility turns into certainity.
I can't keep on chasing you. I've already lost 2 y and half from my life. I would really like to think that I haven't, but you keep on persuading me of the first version. It's sick. It's so unbelievably sick how I got here again. The only thing that makes the difference is that this time I found the strenght in me to pull back.
It's even sicker how time and surrounding things make you so easy to love and so fucking difficult to hate. I'm not bothering trying to give you any explaination because I know that, as long as you don't care, you won't ask for any of it. And you won't :).
So it's sad, but true. I'm done here. Please stay away from me for the rest of your life.

P.S. - This shit doesn't change a thing. As I have already told you: there and then, now and forever.

"She doesn't run away from pain anymore. She learnt how to survive bearing it."(River's End)
She have never got over him. She has just learnt how to love him in his absence. And she speaks at third person in order to forget that she is me.