Saturday 16 April 2011

don't go breaking my heart,

they say life is full of choices.
following your heart is hard sometimes, and it's ok not to be ok sometimes.
why does a breakup have to be hard?
how can you appear to be nonchalant about everything, when my life is squeezing the shit out of me? they say love is not game. but why do i feel that you're player?
all i wanted was for you to fight for me? was it so hard?
you think by not talking to me, everything would appear fine. leaving it all to me, clearing the doubts i have in my mind, in the end telling me that change took over?
do you have any idea how much i'm going through? hell no.
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Sunday 10 April 2011

I'm not getting back again.

Hi all.
Here to update this dead space of mine.
School's starting in a week, I know I ought to get ready and be prepared. But, hell no.
I'm still working, working my ass out. I don't know why, maybe just to shut myself from the utmost realistic world. Been meeting people from my new school. Hanging out with really great people. Gossiping never fails to cheer me up <3
I realised that we should all concentrate on the things that make us happier in life. Not those that we are all dwelling so deeply on. It makes one happier, and satisfied with life.
Friends by my side never fail to cheer me up. Of course, there are many friends whom I disputed with and ended up being nothing. Regretted it? Hell yes.
We all make mistakes. We are humans after all.
I get by with life working and hanging out with friends.
Till today, I saw you. I thought I wouldn't get affected by it since it's been so long.
I thought I've forgotten and let it go. But, I still felt sad when I saw you just now.
Why? I don't know. Life's unfair sometimes.
Even though, what I saw was only your backview. I'm very sure it was you.
On a happier note, school's starting soon, which means I'll meet new people and get you off my mind asap. Not talking to you really helps moving on faster. But then again, why shouldn't we talk since we are friends? Contradicting much?
Trying to forget, but it doesn't make it all ok.
It's been so long, I'm tired of being strong.