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FT Dilemma

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Sheeesh. I want pizza. subra. Mahn. Buy me please? pretty please? =(

this is getting me so upset and sad. Yeah, yeah. I know.

I can't believe you're back. Great. 

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Shortage in the Switch

I am still turned off.

I think I'll get out of here. Fast to the middle of nowhere.

I'm sorry. I did not mean to get you or anyone worried. I was only looking for sensible talks with someone I have confidence with. You. I can't get enough of you.

Shit. I still can smell it. Really. 

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it’ll be over

Friday, August 10, 2007

"It will be over before you know it hehe" -Mhac

"It takes time my friend.. but you have to try ok. Help yourself." -Don

One year and a half isn't long enough pa ba? Tama na. Gising! Let go na? I can't seem to let this part of my life away. It pisses me off. Sobra. That time isn't enough at all to give it a closure.

It all comes down to this.. Because I am not enough. Sheeesh. What else? Im so stupid. What the fuck am I thinking?

Talking to the person is out of the question. Giving myself a "Me Time" is just me drinking, fucking around, and prolly wasting my time toxicating my body with different poisons I haven't tried yet. Hay what can I say, you got me caught up in your spell? I might give you a ring some time. Maybe. But before then, I am trying to stay away.

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One more

You missed it. Boohoo.

One. Uno. Alas. Isa.

The stroke of a genius. ; ) 

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What has taken over her

It ain't no secret.

I talk of metaphors, of contradictions, and of complex things.

Meaning.

That.

Is.

All I am.

Missing.

and

You.

 

She's crying in the center of a circle she made with her own blood. Though she weeps, she feels safe inside it. The night tears her heart with the silence abruptly blessed on the solid ground she's on. Morose and cynical, she hums her heart song. To you. Can you hear?

How is she suppose to know? Did she felt she miss a chance of real love? No. and. Yes. With you. and. With him. She's been told and pushed away and wanted and bothered. She got shut down. She lost count already. 1.. 2.. a dozen more times in her lifetime. and she's prepared to take in more.

Let her be. Wonderful as she may seem, the smile she puts on for you and you and you.. deep inside, a voice tells her that she has to prove yet her worth. All of her time is offered just to affirm herself and others that she is good enough.

She is good enough. Tell her that. She is.

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