December 2009
23 posts
Doesn't even feel like it when it should. Doesn't...
Maybe I do that people for granted.
People out there who want to help me, who will grant me a wish in my life. I’m thankful for them. Even if Christmas isn’t what it used to be, even if this one “present” was all I asked for but didn’t recieve. Maybe I don’t need it. I mean, a lot of people have it except for me, but I think I’ve recieved something better in advance.
Happy Birthday, Lord...
At least act like it.
Don’t worry, we’re only together for 3 more years. After that, I’m completely out of your hair. I know you don’t want me, but you at least pretend like you do so I don’t have to keep up this act?
You can say it once, twice, or constantly.
No matter how many times you tell me, I’ll always feel like I don’t belong. Because I really don’t. Nothing can change that.
Contradicting feelings sucks.
I love you, but I hate you. I want to kill you, but I don’t want you out of my life. I want to let go, but I can’t stand the idea of you letting go. I don’t want you, but I need you.
No, I've never been in love.
But it feels like I came pretty damn close to it. No, we’ve never gone out. But who’s to say we might as well have? No, we’ve never kissed. But that feeling of hugging you and holding your hand was more than enough. No, we didn’t make it. But I meant it when I said forever. No, I never once looked at your bad qualities. But looking back, I realize I should have, because...
I gave you your fucking space. Can you stop looking at me with such disconcerting eyes?
Sometimes I feel like I hella need you when you’re not there, because I can cry to you so you prevent others from seeing my tears. I don’t trust anyone with my tears. I need you there. Stop me from crying, please.
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Love.
That word has lost all its meaning to me, seeing as how I was forced to use it in a way I didn’t want to, because I didn’t mean it. I throw out the word ‘love’ like a swear; it’s a word that should rarely be used and often used in the wrong way. Really, I wonder if I’ll ever find meaning to “love” again.
“I guess it’s ‘cause I’m older than you, I have this urge to be...”
– Richard Ray Magpantay
Love is something created by the mind.
Tell me why it’s felt with the heart.
R.I.P. 12.14.8
Praying. Wishing. Hoping.
For tears, and smiles to come afterwards.
This is for you.
I've never seen the stars so beautiful...
…until I shared them with you.
Me: Shut up.
Bestfriend: Sorry for caring.
Procrastination.
Best friend and worst enemy. Give you fun, but gives you hell. Always do and never stop.
GOSH, I HATE PROCRASTINATING.
I have more than one important person in my life.
I’m sorry if I can’t show it that easily. There’s only one of me and so many of them.
Yes, I am possessive of my best friend.
No, I don’t care about his relationships with other people. I just get jealous easily. I’m only watching out for him.
I'm tired of playing childish games.
What happened is over, so can’t we go back to being friends? I don’t like these glare-offs, the ignoring, the erasing. I mean, I know it’s over; we both know. We don’t even have a reason to hate each other. Sorry, but we’re stuck with each other until you graduate, and I don’t wanna go through another 1 1/2 years of immaturity. We don’t even have to...
Sometimes, certain songs give me certain memories.
Some pleasant, some not so much, and some that confuse me.