Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Lately I've been feeling like the world is against me. Homecoming is near, and I'm the only one in my group that is dateless. I'm fine with that, I just all wish they could understand I'm fine.

Everyone's finding love but me, even the rudest kid in the group finds love. Me? Hah. It's a shame. I guess this isn't my time yet. I'll come later. Either if it doesn't, it's not the end of the world.

I also need to remove the damn mirror, it's causing my depression to come back.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Love is too bitter for me. 

For the past 3 years, I've always questioned my love for him. Til this day I finally realized, if I've been questioning so much, then it wasn't really love in the first place. I loved him only after he left. I never loved him when he was by my side.

I guess, I loved his comfort. I loved his understanding. I loved his caring, and his protection. Mostly, I loved his forgiveness. I loved how I can make as much mistake as possible, and still be able to run back to him, knowing he'll somehow understand it, and forgive me. 

I guess I lacked these qualities in my life from my surroundings. That's why when someone with these qualities I craved and needed - I automatically thought it was love. But no, it was just my sick mind. It was a way for me too feed my mine, and tell myself - everything is going to be alright.

I never liked his attitude. I never liked his family. 

He can't stand up for himself, or for me. He can't protect me from harmful words, he can only make me sense his protection.  

For all these years, I thought was loved has harmed me in so many ways. It has literally destroyed who I was was. 

This is not love. 

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

friends

Today is my friend's 15th birthday, I was planning on baking him a cake. Instead, he got mad and told me not to waste my time. I just finished making the cake's box .. no need for that anymore. He also stopped talking to me.

Today is also another friend of mine's 17th birthday. I also want to make him a cake, but has no idea where he lives, or how to give it to him. He smiled, and said 'it's the thought that counts'.


I'm now pissed off.

Words

Words hurt more than actions. Words are the things that seem to have to power to destroy every inch of my survival. Yet, somehow it's my source for motivation.

Am I just another regret? Another piece to go into your collection of mistakes? 

Monday, August 16, 2010

strangers

"You see a random stranger that catches your attention somewhere out in public. You and that person exchange a few glances, but then end up not introducing yourself to each other. There are strangers that I sometimes see, and after they're out of my sight forever, I think of all the possibilities I could have had with them if I were to actually introduce myself for once. "

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Secret

I personally made this blog for myself, I never thought it would get any comments or views .. but it did. I'm not uncomfortable about it, but I do feel defeated. What if my friends trace my email and then this blog suddenly pops up on google?

I would like my life to be a secret. A secret from them. I would love it if they knew very little of the things I did when I'm alone in my own world.  I feel as if I am too predictable.

I'm also upset by the fact that one of my really good friend, asked my best friend if he was willing to tell her my secrets. That's very upsetting ... to me.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Proud ^_^

Well, in the beginning of the year me and this guy had a 'thing'. I was basically the mistress in his relationship with his girlfriend, who is also a former friend of mine. It was the roughest 4 months of my life. It was horrible, I felt horrible. Never again will I be apart of one's relationship.

After I push away those two horrible friends of mine and him, he began to come back. This time it was worse, he was more demanding, and too straightforward. But, as soon as I turned him off - my work was done, and I logged off. He still doesn't get the point, this time .. I'm in control.

Screw you, go away.