Monday, June 20

and now i feel like a pest to u.
am i ? or am i not?
i know i look like an idoit in this whole thing.
i just cant make u love me if u don't.
somehow i still cant figure out what's on your mind.
tsk tsk.
perhaps i asked too many questions.
perhaps i cried too much.
perhaps i talked too much.
perhaps i feel too much.
Girl, u numbed me.
could u just scold me and push me hard away if u reali dun fucking feel a thing for me though i would reali hope u'd hold me close and tell me how precious i am.


everyday i make a wish.


until now.


i still do. at times, i guess.
my life has evolved in sucha way i no longer see my old self there.
i feel like a fake.


Because of u, i became so emotional and dependent on others.
when im left alone, i'l cry.
how i wished i could have been my old self.
the one who protected herself and din bother loving others.
the one who gets loved all the tym without having to give anything else.
the one who could just laugh at people who fell outta love.
o no. i was so cold blooded.
questions. questions. questions.
answers. answers. answers.
y do i feel like im the only one stuck here.
now if only u could tell me what to do.
i'm lost.
where's my angel?