Me, myself and I.
Friday, June 17, 2011
I hate this love song, I'll never sing it again.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
And you were so happy, with her.
Sometimes I really wonder what exactly do life mean, and why am I here to live my life. Everything's so hectic, I can't seem to catch up anymore. I'm far lack behind, but it's okay, I will just take my time and enjoy. Yeah like real. In actual fact I'm always chasing reality, chasing what's already gone, chasing the past, and chasing your footsteps. I hate this, you know? Every night, every day, I will just lie on my bed, thinking about the past. How you were so sweet, how you were so nice to me. Your morning and goodnight texts, your morning calls, your voice, your smile. Gone. Yes, gone. Everything's gone. And what can I do now? Stalk your facebook/twitter? No. I'm not gonna allow myself to do that, I'm not gonna allow myself to experience pain again, I'm not gonna allow myself to cry over someone who isn't gonna cry over me. I know what's pain, I need to stand and pick myself up from the fall. I can't let anyone break me down, anymore. Oh fuck my life.
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