That Girl is Poison

Honesty is always the best policy. I don't think she and I are meant to be. I'm hurt, yes, but she's on some next shit and the more I look at it, I'm setting myself up for failure and heartache. I dont need either of the two. So I have to say goodbye. Adios. Au Revoir. To the one that once was my all. My everything. I love you so I have to let you go. Do what you need to do. I can't have you for who you are now. It wouldn't work. Maybe if you changed later on in life, we could try again. With the way you are now, I can't do it. Too much of a Stalin for me. And I hope that in life, you never have to feel pain. As unrealistic as that is, i still hope so. I know that the only way that you'll change is if 1, you get hurt, played, whatever, because of the way you are and you alter yourself. or 2, a guy beats the shit out of you and FORCES you to change. I hope neither happens and you just change just to better yourself, but if not, youre good enough for someone out there. Just not me. Not now. Not ever? I'll never know. I can only live my life and do what I do with a smile on my face and keep it moving. I'm mad at you but not mad enough to act like you were nothing to me. Not mad enough to discredit you. I love(d) you Priscilla Ana Lucia (i dont know if I'll ever get the middle names right) Ortega. I hope your life is fulfilled and treasu(RED). You'll get a hint of me soon, (12.1.05) but until then, Love.