I just came out of the shower (the place where I dwell in my thoughts the most) and I now have this intention to just writewritewrite. I spent over an hour drafting out a post with gut wrenching confessions and thoughts that I was almost certain I would delete the whole thing.
...And I did.
It's been so long since I've poured my heart out that the mere thought of it seems extremely foreign. I've learnt to avoid the urge to tell my life story to anyone who's listening. I used to be able to tell people exactly how I feel when I feel it. I spoke my goddamn mind.
But now it just seems proper to keep things to myself.
...And I did.
It's been so long since I've poured my heart out that the mere thought of it seems extremely foreign. I've learnt to avoid the urge to tell my life story to anyone who's listening. I used to be able to tell people exactly how I feel when I feel it. I spoke my goddamn mind.
But now it just seems proper to keep things to myself.
Despite your objections, I still believe that people do change, that they can if they want to. Nothing stays the same - that's just the way things are. The only thing that's constant is the fact that nothing really is. Deal with it.
jue*you're not the one for me.
Random : 19th September 2007 marked one of the funniest phone conversations I've had in awhile though albeit short. I've almost forgotten how great it is to talk to him (plus the small fact that he sounds hotter now -voice broke. Ha ha.). Isn't it funny that I've texted and talked to the Ex-Boyfriend in the past week more than I've had with you in two weeks? And you said you never wanted to lose me. It's a little late for that now.
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