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In an hour of weakness, you'd still believe; to try
Do this one thing for me, make up some stupid story.
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Sean, 310892ngjunkit@hotmail.com Several years and we were right, The things we did and tried, Experiencing different waves and tides, Even if it meant we’ve cried, It’s inevitable for us, To begin to rust, Breaking the thread wasn’t bad, One of us will bring the thread, One will set us back, Soon, We’ll run on the same track; Should we always miss the chance to see? Beneath the mirror lies a scene Bringing us into a whirl Is that what we deserve? We all know we each own an Otherworld — Just a guy behind the smiles
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Friday, November 26, 2010
- So Much - There's just a lot to say. I realize that in this lifetime, I won't be able to finish what I want to say. To those who I care for, and to those who I love. But I realize the more I say, the more issues will surface. And the more doubts will possibly appear. I gave up on what I held so strongly on too. Because I know I can't let go. So I won't say anything anymore. At least the things that I think that will bring up more issues. Because in this life, there are certainly too many things to say. In this life, I'd think that to keep your loved ones by your side, to keep them safe, is to keep them from knowing anything more. Because you might end up hurting them So it's best that some things remain unspoken. At least for now. I'm trying to suppress my thoughts so badly. And forever let those thoughts pass away, deep down into the unconscious. And allow it to be lost. Forever. I have to try. Hear me: This hole is deeper by the hour. My hands are bleeding, I spin around and you're nowhere. I tried making plans but you dont appreciate. I'll throw away my ugly plans because they're too tired to push me anywhere, but down. If I am found below ground, I'm searching, desperate. Monday, November 22, 2010
- Dashed - It's okay not to tell me anything. Just don't deny it when I tell you about it. Once again, the insider becomes the outsider. Thursday, November 18, 2010
- Neglect; forgiveness - A and B got together, and it all ended for me. It seems like the world is trying to tell me something. It's like things will never work out for me within a three-way friendship. It used to be so exclusive, and I was the best friend. Now I lost that right, and I have to admit I'm trying to keep my distance. But you have to admit, you didnt try to save this situation. I always try to talk to either one of you, only to have it thrown in my face. When I text either of you, I get patronized instead. Don't say you didnt, because you did. I tested both of you when you guys didn't know what was going on. And true enough, I got my answers. A: The text replies I receive from you now is just different. "k." "Okays." "Fine." "Nvm." You don't text, or just patronize. You don't share, and you are overly emotional. You're always distracted when I'm around; it's like you dont even care. And saying those three words doesn't mean anything. It's just some way of yours to solve a situation. You just want to avoid confrontations, and you think it works when you say those three words. But it sure as hell doesn't. I hate it. Your changed behavior to want to make things easier make me hate that. But you change when you're around B. I know I'm tryin' to ignore you now. And know that by posting this, I don't want you to cry. I want you to know by posting this, I love you. And what you're doing to me hurts. B: And no matter how hard you convince yourself, you're also different when you're around A. I know you might not care anymore, because that's your character. You thought that people should be more mature, and face the fact that one day friendships will get worn out. But didnt you think that maybe it's your maturity that ruined all emotional closeness you had with someone? But know this: The feeling of not caring will eventually hurt one day. I know you said I was naive. But I'm just tryin' damn hard to help you. You said before, that you get tired of old things easily. Maybe it's starting to happen. And you said you' never got drunk before. But this time, it's like you're too drunk to care for any word I said. And when you sided with A, I knew I lost my right as a friend; a good one. It bloody hurts. The underlying point People think I'm jealous or what. But I'm friggin' not. I just want A and B to talk to me normally, and make me feel exclusive again. Just make me feel like a friend again. I'm friggin angry. It pains when I'm there talking to you, and you're texting each other. and the fact that you guys have to cover up what you text each other hurts. Just say the word, and I'll leave. I know A and B will flare up when they see this. And know this: I 'm still hoping. I just hope for the times when we just chatted until non-stop. Long text messages and jokes. Now everything seem to be so sensitive, emotional and plain when Im with either A or B. Now I don't know anything, and anything that A and B share between each other, I will never know. All because A is afraid I'll be angry, and B doesn't care for a friend. It really hurts. When my family kicked me out, and you promised that you guys will be there for me But nothing. That's possibly the worst feeling you can get. So before you get angry, just remember. You have your family for your support, and each other. And while A and B are laughing and having fun. I felt the worst. Thanks for the broken promises. And I know I'm a selfish bastard for even posting this. Just for now, I am through and it's all because of you. A and B got together, and it all ended for me. Saturday, November 6, 2010
- It's difficult - Why believe that this moment will pass? I've met too many people who believe so strongly in a future that is seemingly bleak. People have called me innocent, naive and what-not. But why try to destroy what I believe in? Why can't we just feel like when we're 6, And believe in the very existence of fairies and dreams? It hurts. Today, three hearts were broken. You try to change what a person thinks, and it turns against you. The epiphany that what you hope to gain always comes with a price: loss. What life's disease offers, is what we have to suffer. and what it brings, is what I've come to realize. The ultimate victory, is the loss of people's faith in each other. That's what people believe their greatest acheivement is. And what they call proud, is what I call regrets. 'Cause life shouldn't be measured by achievements. Maybe you can call me naive, or immature. Maybe I don't have all the answers to life's disease. Or maybe there is no answer at all. But why struggle to seek out answers by achieving when we can embrace the fact that the human mind is all but filled with riddles and answers? Perhaps the human mind is what people aim to dig deep, to understand, and to seek out answers. Maybe, possibly, there is no answers. According to biology, each human mind is unique; The genetic make-up of which is special and individualised. And if it is so, why can't we just stop pursuing what each human thinks when you know there is no definite answer to everything, because everything's unique. If we stop trying to hard, maybe life's easier. I'll tell you the answer to mine. It hurts. |
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I'm losing patience, waiting on you to believe
Cause.. I'm just restless |
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