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Friday, March 15, 2013 @ 5:11 am
Words. It's funny how this page have evolved.. From silly twiitx blogging, to immature hate teenager blogging, to friendship woe blogging, to teenage love stories. Happy moments were more common back those days, though. Here I am, once again to fill this sorrowful lonely page up again... " Absence makes the heart grow fonder, or does it makes it wander?" I believe if there is absence one will wander, the only reason why absence actually makes the heart grow fonder is prolly due to the thrill for not being able to have what you want. Every time we argue, you'll tell me to make my own plans, you'll tell me shit like you might not be the one for me, you'll spout bull like don't pinned too much for we are uncertain about the future. Hey, fuck you and your mind. We made a pact to never say shits like this bit you're always breaking it, and sees no wrong with it. When I say such shit, it's like I'm the monster of all time, like I never fucking think before I talk. Serious double standards you have. Sometimes I blame myself for portraying such strong front, that it doesn't seem to gather any form of concern from you. I may be boy-ish, I may seem like I could take care of myself. But honey, doesn't every girl want to be pampered and coax? You don't do this anymore, you don't take initiatives anymore, you don't care anymore? If space is all you want, you can have it all. But one day, when you turn back.. Don't blame me for not being there, because you chased me off. I have no idea how much I have to do to show you how much love I have for you, and hope to receive from you. The slightest attempt could appease me, but no. You just don't bother anymore.. 2 more days to your 23rd birthday, that will be my last initiative for you. I no longer possess the strength and drive to deal with all this again. It's been so many years, how I wish you could understand me better. Am I that hard to decipher? Am I that hard to appease? Am I that bad a girlfriend? Am I that unlovable to you already? How I wish we could snap back to sec 3/4, I wouldn't have given you more love than I should. I will make you love me more than i do to you, I wish to make you feel more hurt than I currently am. I hate you so much for making me your fallen victim of love. Xx Labels: Albert |