Thursday, March 10, 2011


The only reason I don’t respond truthfully when someone asks me what’s wrong is because I know that most of the time people don’t care about my problems and they jsut want to know what’s going on because it satisfies them to know everything that goes on with everyone.


In tumblr you can say, “Follow me back,” to be followed. But in life you can’t just say, “Love me back,” to be loved.


I wish i could do that:\ I have a million things to blog. But when i look at this empty space. My mind goes blank. There's so much i wanna say. So much I wanna write on this space.

While on the bus back to Tampines to meet Zara for dinner, i randomly occurred to me this status that i saw quite awhile ago.

Girls get together with the hope that the guy will change for the better after time. Guys get together with the hope that  the girl never changes. That's the hard truth. It.. Sucks.

I gotta agree. But, what can we do about it? :\
It's about the breaking-up season AGAIN-.- What's a breaking up season?
Every year this period, there's gonna be a large number of people breaking up. This year, the season is back. And i'm afraid that i might join in this season. I hope that i'll never have to join it. Cause it sucks sooooo much):

No, i don't like this feeling at all. The feeling of crying myself to sleep. The urge to cry every now at then, irregardless of where i am. The kind of heartache each time i hear an emotional song or see something that has memories of us. When i was with Zara just now, I think everything was relatively okay, trying hard to fight back some tears. But the moment i opened the door and entered my room, I feel like i'm not gonna be okay. I feel like a paperweight being tied to a rope, at the highest point. Every word you speak, every action you do, is like a wind blowing by me. Making my emotions sway to extreme points. Every hint you drop, is like cutting a few strands off. It's like a living hell. Awaiting your decision as to whether I'll go back into your arms, or i'll go cut to hell, with the rope being cut off instantaneously.
I can't even feel myself anymore :|

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