"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Friday, May 7, 2010

It's always take, take, take. NEVER give.
I'm not a tree, I can't regenerate.
It doesn't work like that.
I feel cheap, used, unwelcome (unless I'm useful)
I don't like this at. all.
No one asks, no one cares.
I wasn't lying when I said no one cares, because no one does.
I need you to not just say you love me, but actually love me.
I can't take this constant taking without anything in return.
I need to be respected!

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