maybe

Maybe one day when i had enough, i might just as well destroy every mode of communication.
Maybe one day when i think it's distracting enough, i will delete every single link i have in my laptop.
Maybe one fine day.
Maybe today's the day.
Maybe now's the correct time.


God dammit.
I want my old old life back.
Yes, that life.
Boring as hell it might be.
Dead as hell it might be.
Alone as hell it might be.
At least, I could still be as happy/carefree as i was at that period of time.
At least I could be contented with the little i had at that period of time.
At least, i don't ponder that much at that period of time.
At least, it will be 10 times better than now.
Back to the past.
How nice.
How impossible too.
tsk.

When can i ever shake off the shackles of the past?
When can i ever be sure of who i am?
When can i ever convince myself?
Halfway through already.
Seal it off totally.


Hello World.

foryou, a thousandtimesover
12:27 PM

She asked, "where is the love?".
She answered: "It's gone with the wind, the same moment where misunderstanding and second-guessing comes into place".

She looked at the current situation and all she wanted to say is, "don't my love, don't do such things, because at the end of the day you will realise that its all for naught and the hatred will just keep consuming you until there's nothing left".

But then again, she doubt that it will stop. She question the possibility of it stopping. Feelings are such unpredictable and intangible creatures.

Now, she feel such fear in her. The fear of history repeating itself over and over again. Like a vicious cycle.

Perhaps it's because we cherish and treasure each other too much. Perhaps, that's why.


Hello World. Why does relationship sour so easily? she wonder.

foryou, a thousandtimesover
2:48 PM

and who am i to judge you

foryou, a thousandtimesover
9:17 AM