If we met under different circumstances, would you have liked me?

Okay, I'm feeling lonely again.
 

...you knew how much it hurts.
...you knew how right you are.
...you knew how much.

Someday I'll probably learn...

...that not everything we perceive as right are.
...that some words are really just words, nothing more.
...that some hugs are just physical counterparts of empty promises.
...that most things are better left unsaid.
...that some people are just with you through the fun but not through the pain.
...that most promises are ( Read more... )

How could you think you're important when all you make yourself up to be is a used up and banged rag doll?

( Open your mind. )

I'm damn bored and burnt. Haha. Ang init dito sa Italy ha. Di nakakatuwa ( Read more... )

So I've been in Europe for approximately six long days. I've already experienced the famous London weather where it rains most of the friggin' time. I could probably live in London. It was easier to commute here than I think it is in the Philippines. Haha. I watched Mamma Mia during my last night in London. Pico, dancing half-naked men! Hahaha. And ( Read more... )

I so haven't been blogging in a while. I missed just typing crap here.

So for the past days, I partied like hell but well, my hell's better than yours. Labo.

I am now legal and well, it kinda is what it's cut out to be. At home, I'm allowed to drink anytime I want and I am also allowed to drink outside. This has been a fact since I was in first year ( Read more... )

First of all, today is CARISSA ALMAZAN's 18th birthday, so happy birthday BUGOY.:)) Daym.

Now for the thoughts:

Love isn't really perfect, it is the perfections of imperfection, the high of the low.

You never saw the pain because I managed to hide it behind my loud laughter, behind the fake amusement, behind the lifeless hugs I give. It has always ( Read more... )

I don't need to hear you telling me I don't matter. Just the look on your face when you see me is enough to let me know.

Realization:
Love is what you think it is.

I think love is hearing your friend mispronounce words and still think that s/he's the best speaker in the world. I think love is knowing that you're friends stinks and you tell her yet you ( Read more... )

"I’ve heard it said that the first love is always the deepest, strongest, most profound. Could it be because the first time is the only time we love freely, newly, without past hurts and broken hearts to shadow our better judgment? Could it be because everything is fresh, and exciting… a dizzying experience that can never be duplicated in the same ( Read more... )