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Tuesday, December 22, 2009, 7:25 AM
In my heart,You're made up of two very different emotions.
Happiness and Pain.
So to reduce the pain, I have to sacrifice the happiness.
But if i want more happiness, the more the pain comes.
Everything in my life has traces of you.
My house, where you've been.
My computer, which you used.
The tiles of my floor, where you stepped on.
My handphone, which you checked.
My basketball, which you loved.
My life, which was yours.
You know, when _____ unknowingly talked about you,
I used to think that I should be over you.
But then, these emotions suddenly came out.
All the pain and happiness, all coming back.
Bittersweet. Yes.
I make myself sound so fucking retarded.
Letting myself fall into this and thinking I'm the only one who hurts.
I know you might feel the same way, just that you're keeping quiet,
I don't think I can keep this on anymore.
It hurts me to see how much it hurts you.
I don't want to do this to you, you know.
I know that if you feel better, I'll get better too.
I know that I want you to feel happy, even if it isn't me who can make you happy.
What the hell am I saying man.
I just got very.. pissed. I don't even know why.
Stupid girl.
Monday, December 21, 2009, 3:44 AM
Nothing lasts forever.
So as life goes on, there would eventually be goodbyes.
Would we face it with courage and leave everything behind gracefully?
Or would we hang on to the memories and suffer in the pain?
Its not easy to put down everything gracefully because you can't simply hit the "erase" button. It doesn't exist. So we have to face the cruel reality.
Or would we hang on to the memories and suffer in the pain?
Its not easy to put down everything gracefully because you can't simply hit the "erase" button. It doesn't exist. So we have to face the cruel reality.
The pain would be excruciating.
It's impossible to leave. I've let myself sink too deep.
I'm so stupid. I couldn't see clearly how much it meant to you.
It's impossible to leave. I've let myself sink too deep.
I'm so stupid. I couldn't see clearly how much it meant to you.
I can't leave now. I've left myself go too far.
But I must. I don't belong with you anymore.
I'm not yours anymore. You're not mine either.
But I must. I don't belong with you anymore.
I'm not yours anymore. You're not mine either.
You have your choices, and I have mine.
My choice is you but your choice might not be me.
I'm scared you know.
I don't know when you'll eventually tell me to go because I annoy you so fucking much.
I abhor my actions.
I detest myself sometimes.
My choice is you but your choice might not be me.
I'm scared you know.
I don't know when you'll eventually tell me to go because I annoy you so fucking much.
I abhor my actions.
I detest myself sometimes.
Why can't I be like other people?
They make it seem so easy to leave.
They make it seem so easy to leave.
I can only cling on, struggle painfully.
So now, I'm gonna let go of you.
You deserve something better.
So now, I'm gonna let go of you.
You deserve something better.
I'll be alright, I'm dead serious.
But, being such a jerk, I'm gonna let myself do this one last time.
Christmas, our .. supposedly 1 year anniversary, if we had stayed together.
My last chance, hope.
Whatever it is, its the last time I'll ever bother you.
Whatever it is, its the last time I'll ever bother you.
I can let you go after that.
I won't hold on to you anymore.
I'll move on. Really.
I won't hold on to you anymore.
I'll move on. Really.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009, 7:25 AM
In my heart,You're made up of two very different emotions.
Happiness and Pain.
So to reduce the pain, I have to sacrifice the happiness.
But if i want more happiness, the more the pain comes.
Everything in my life has traces of you.
My house, where you've been.
My computer, which you used.
The tiles of my floor, where you stepped on.
My handphone, which you checked.
My basketball, which you loved.
My life, which was yours.
You know, when _____ unknowingly talked about you,
I used to think that I should be over you.
But then, these emotions suddenly came out.
All the pain and happiness, all coming back.
Bittersweet. Yes.
I make myself sound so fucking retarded.
Letting myself fall into this and thinking I'm the only one who hurts.
I know you might feel the same way, just that you're keeping quiet,
I don't think I can keep this on anymore.
It hurts me to see how much it hurts you.
I don't want to do this to you, you know.
I know that if you feel better, I'll get better too.
I know that I want you to feel happy, even if it isn't me who can make you happy.
What the hell am I saying man.
I just got very.. pissed. I don't even know why.
Stupid girl.
Monday, December 21, 2009, 3:44 AM
Nothing lasts forever.
So as life goes on, there would eventually be goodbyes.
Would we face it with courage and leave everything behind gracefully?
Or would we hang on to the memories and suffer in the pain?
Its not easy to put down everything gracefully because you can't simply hit the "erase" button. It doesn't exist. So we have to face the cruel reality.
Or would we hang on to the memories and suffer in the pain?
Its not easy to put down everything gracefully because you can't simply hit the "erase" button. It doesn't exist. So we have to face the cruel reality.
The pain would be excruciating.
It's impossible to leave. I've let myself sink too deep.
I'm so stupid. I couldn't see clearly how much it meant to you.
It's impossible to leave. I've let myself sink too deep.
I'm so stupid. I couldn't see clearly how much it meant to you.
I can't leave now. I've left myself go too far.
But I must. I don't belong with you anymore.
I'm not yours anymore. You're not mine either.
But I must. I don't belong with you anymore.
I'm not yours anymore. You're not mine either.
You have your choices, and I have mine.
My choice is you but your choice might not be me.
I'm scared you know.
I don't know when you'll eventually tell me to go because I annoy you so fucking much.
I abhor my actions.
I detest myself sometimes.
My choice is you but your choice might not be me.
I'm scared you know.
I don't know when you'll eventually tell me to go because I annoy you so fucking much.
I abhor my actions.
I detest myself sometimes.
Why can't I be like other people?
They make it seem so easy to leave.
They make it seem so easy to leave.
I can only cling on, struggle painfully.
So now, I'm gonna let go of you.
You deserve something better.
So now, I'm gonna let go of you.
You deserve something better.
I'll be alright, I'm dead serious.
But, being such a jerk, I'm gonna let myself do this one last time.
Christmas, our .. supposedly 1 year anniversary, if we had stayed together.
My last chance, hope.
Whatever it is, its the last time I'll ever bother you.
Whatever it is, its the last time I'll ever bother you.
I can let you go after that.
I won't hold on to you anymore.
I'll move on. Really.
I won't hold on to you anymore.
I'll move on. Really.