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[Feb. 6th, 2010|03:06 pm] |
've not been updating my livejournal alot. and i'm laziness is prolly the cost of it all. my life's been upside down and boy am i not sure of what to do. there are plenty of faces in school. take it as two-faces. before i start procrastinating , i'm sorry about that really really ugly picture of me. i just felt like posting up a picture. so, there it is. nothing matters, and i can't explain what happen and i can't raise the things that i've done, no i can't. i made my mistakes, and i've got no where to run. but the night goes on as i fade away. i need someone i can count on. i need some one who can shield all my troubles. i want to feel like someone cares just like how everyone does. and i don't want to not do it on my own. and i'm left with one question, am i over you? |
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[Jan. 10th, 2010|10:02 pm] |
i lift my hands up and pray to be yours and only yours.
i wonder whether the feelings were gone already. but then i realized they're still there.
paranoid and insecure. i know that there are others out there better than you.
you go away everytime, you don't come back in time.
when it's all gone and vanished, you start to talk to me once again.
i wish you were still here with me. but it's never too late to tell me that the feelings are coming back.
it's never too late to come back right by my side.
me and my wishful thinkg.
i dreamt of you in a room alone with me with an awkward silence.
what a dream. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2010|12:22 am] |
you look me in the eyes, and then you said, the feeling's gone.
what's done can't be undone. flirtatious or what, who cares.
being carefree and single, that's what i'm going to be. no control.
but you probably know that i can't get you out of my head.
you talked to me, you whisper softly. and i could hear what you were saying.
you tell me forever and always, but you didn't mean it baby.
i can't change the fact that you're gone and i can't change the fact that i miss you.
you told me it's hard to get the feelings back. and i know what you meant.
and then you tell me that i'm your very very good friend, how much it hurts. you don't know.
i drown myself in sorrows and dismay, i miss it when you tell me how much you loved me.
i missed it when you call me up in the morning and disturb me.
i missed all the things we used to talk about.
and lastly, i miss you. je t'aime. |
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