all too often, i go to bed, wishing i wouldnt wake up in the morning.

your goal in life is to live it to the fullest.
you say that every man dies, but not every man truly lives.

what if, i've had enough of what life claims to offer.

sometimes, i wish i'd just bleed out. and feel life and all its weights drain out of me with every beat of my heart.

doesitmatterthatiloveyouthismuch?

i'm loving a man, who loves me back just as much.

but he doesnt like the way i love him.
and he doesnt know to love me.

it hurt. and it used to cause troubles.
and i'll make sure it doesnt anymore.

everytime i'm about to cry, or everytime i get upset,
a line will be made, and may it never happen again.

you know that you take these people for granted, when your words to them obviously dont mean a thing, and you're ever ready to take them back.

ask yourself, when you say you'd do something, to whom would you most likely keep your promise? not us for sure. why? cos we'd stupidly always be around, until, we wont be around anymore.

it's been a while since, but i've gone back to my good old friend for help ( Read more... )

the multitude of the layers of disappointment changes things.

there's going to be a gap, arising for the purpose of self preservation. and to make this work, it's your task to fill it up.

i know you're working on things to make it better.

i know you love me.
and you know that i do as well.

but like you said, love isnt enough sometimes.
get your boundaries set.
and get her out of the picture.

you said it'll be fine, i just need to be like the way i was in the first few months. but when i requested that of you, you told me, things are different now ( Read more... )

just so the page doesnt look so miserably empty. =)