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Tuesday, February 13, 2007
sometimes it hurts to think that we were close and shared all that we did, only for it to amount to nothingness. no friendship, just awkwardness and still that bit of bad feeling.
people always leave, that's a known fact. not just lovers, but friends and family too. by death, or by situation, they leave either ways. and you stand here at the end wondering why they left, but you must understand it's part and parcel of life for everyone to leave you. to move on to better things, which sadly is not you.
dear self,
why the sudden change of everything?
ive got so much to enquire from you, but i dont think you can answer my doubts. why the sadness, why do you want to cry so much of the time. i hate you being like this.
your friends are there, youve got so much people who love and care for you. you know this. please stop being like this. youre pissing me off with your sadness.
it was something so insignificant because you are so used to being hurt and it shouldnt matter anymore. so you cant take that as a reason to be sad.
why are you so scared, you used to be so much braver.
so you've got to be stronger and help me stop this cynical, pessimistic behaviour you've been carrying around for far too long.
because i cant take it anymore.
im so extremely critical of you because you cant let me down unlike everyone else.
the expectations of everyone that failed have now shifted onto yourself so too bad,
you better uphold it.
you are safe here. you took a long time to learn,
but youre almost there.
-me.
people said 2006 passed really quickly,
but dear God, can you make time pass any faster?
I'm in no hurry to be 21,
but i'm in a hurry to be happy this year.
the whole of it.
i don't care what this yr will bring,
but i ll wait because it's worth it
and because im sick of insignificant random promises from elsewhere.
please please make this work. i want this.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else?
A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
-William Shakespeare
posted by sharonk on
11:48 AM