Thursday, April 17, 2008
Art.

Hugs are wanted nowadays.

Sorry I have not been posting much, really. I've been very very busy.
With alot of things. Hurr. D:
Yes, apparently I don't exactly lead a life where everything goes by as easily as it came.

Yeah, I've been having problems. Piling up bit by bit.
But hey, what the heck. " In life you gotta have fun with no worries! " the old pop used to say.
Hah. How that statement is sooo hard to fulfil.

Friends. Define this term.
Some say they're the people who stick with you through thick and thin.
Others say they're the people who just have fun with you, go crazy.
Well, it depends on each individual, really.
But at times, even the best of friends could be real bitches.
I dont know if it's me or if it's actually them. And nobody knows the answer, nobody to give me an answer.

I think we're falling apart. Yes, you. I think so.
We used to be so close. Share stupid secrets with each other, phonecalls till early mornings.
But then things change. Slowly.
I do not know exactly why it changed. But it started from one fucking thing.
You turn to a green monster. Yes, jealousy got the better off you. It's sad.
Now we're apart. I was left alone behind you and her.
You thought I was fine. Just to let you know, I wasn't. AT ALL.
I teared thinking about us. About how much we've been through and ending like this.
Sigh. Is there still hope?

Oh and love? I'm sorry.
At times I see myself in a lower level than others. Especially her.
You loved her alot. I know. I was there.
And I'm not sure if I'm actually good enough. Good enough as how she was.
She messages you long, fun messages while what you get from me are mostly short boring ones.
I'm sorry.
I don't have a mouthful of honey where sweet words are all that comes out.
I'm sorry.
I make you get angry at times, I know.
I'm sorry.
When you want me to talk, I keep quiet.
I'm sorry.
When you ask me how my day was, all I answered is "Okay, fine."
I'm sorry.
Even the simplest things.
I'm sorry.

I love you.

When friends have problems, it's hard not to help them.
This guilt builds up when you don't seem to be helping.
At times, I try too hard to help. So, don't listen to me. Really.
Cause the answers are really in you. Just believe that it is.

I will never let you fall,
I'll stand up with you forever,
I'll be there for you through it all,
Even if saving you sends me to heaven. /


HI.

RANDOM.

SECOND RANDOM.

ANOTHER RANDOM.

ONE MORE.

CURTSIE