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Posted on: Saturday, August 14, 2010
Posted at: 8/14/2010 12:01:00 AM
Posted at: 8/14/2010 12:01:00 AM
WARNING: this post will make you go ".____. oh whatever. -.-' "
Figure I'm gna tell you first.
I want to know so badly, it's been, my god, for years already. But I realised I'm not ready to embrace the truth. I shut it out.Even then, I don't know what to expect. Maybe I somewhat do but I don't want to assume, before knowing th truth myself. It can be a hard thing to deal, as claimed. But it may also just be a piece of news, which Ive known hidden at the back of my head all along, so it won't be that a big deal. But still.
Somehow, I'm afraid to unravel this part of you.
Funny how you've brought me up, but it's like I don't know you well, I admit. & I'm never gna know you any better. I have no solid memory of us in recent years at all. Nothing much to remind me of you.
I don't know what to do, when I can overcome all this. Most probably never in my life.
I'm scared. I have no idea already, why I'm being such a freak when it comes to this. Hate it, hate how you, stalker, are gna read this & be like wth w this girl. Still posting.
But I do know you're irreplaceable, & that's why I'm still struggling so much with it all. I don't know why I'm still defending for th past, pushing away what's in store ahead of me. When I know it's not getting me anywhere, since it will all be for nothing.
Maybe it's 'cause it's unfair you had to go through all that, so that's why I'm still as stubborn. Even though knowing it'll all be wasted, even though I'm hurting people in th process.
But they're hurting me too, they never wanted to hear me voice out. All's planned.
It's like I want to patch up what you've been trying to all along, all that has made you so remorseful which hurts. & I'm carrying on. I'm so naive. All is lost, but I'm keeping faith in you, in everything even though I know it won't change like how I visualise. Impossible.
'cause all that's left is me fighting, alone. It's stupid, childish, crazy, useless. Complicated.
The pieces are still messed up ever since then. She doesn't know. I'm disappointed.