sigh.

i'll never get there. it's one too many failures.

damn, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

why. always, why.

lonely, i'm always alone.

i thought i could stand it, this time, now; but no, i could never.

it
   hurts.

funny how when you're really feeling it, you can't seem to find words to express it.

you have no idea at all.

i should ( Read more... )

Tearing the wet paper bag drenched with the drink's condensation;
translucent, see-through:
like how I let you see my heart, dristening the paper bag and
surrouding it with my feelings.

and how you tore it apart, the wet paper giving way to
your merciless hands without even a ripping sound.

It was only then I realized how much 
easier it was to tear a ( Read more... )

and i still remember the words and the voices
the face and the messages
but i choose to store them inside,
firmly locked,
tightly capped.

give me a reason to open them again, and i will.

i'm tired.

i feel like talking.

if only zh or bl was online. but i think i might be bothering bl a little too much. must take note to ask.

sigh.

i'm tired of thinking of you. when i don't have anything else to occupy me and when i'm listening to songs. stuff just connect back to you. i'm so tired.

i get emo when i think of you while listening to ( Read more... )

I still - Backstreet boys

Who are you now
Are you still the same
Or did you change somehow
What do you do
At this very moment
When I think of you
And when I'm looking back
How we were young and stupid
Do you remember that

No matter how I fight it, can't deny it
Just can't let you go

Chorus:
I still need you
I still care about you
Though everything's been said and ( Read more... )

cos it's been stuck since forever, since i first knew you.

i don't know, it's just sudden realization that no one cares at all about the class. and suddenly caring about it.

two or more years spent together, but after we all go into our separate lives nobody bothers. like all the memories were nothing, all the times we had together, all those jokes, all those scandals, all that dissing of teachers -- washed ( Read more... )

wow, i just went to sc's blog, and it's like his feelings can just describe mine. shall cntrl copy. (of course, change the sex of the post)

"i miss the things in the past...
i miss her.
i miss those times.
the first few phone calls...
in a long while
a few years
i can remember clearly...the first time i called
last year.
i dont know why, but it ( Read more... )

alright ( Read more... )

Gah.

Guess the moral of the story is never to let yourself believe or hope, cos nothing you want ever comes true.

am i dumb, or am i just lousy. i feel like this irritant, like this object nobody wants. neglected, thrown aside.

and it's like everytime i try, i fail. everything i want, i don't get. everything i do, i don't excel. and it's not only ( Read more... )