Let's begin and accept the fact that
Tortle is dead, Bitches!
Contradicting is you.
I'm 20.
I'm broke up to not more than this little girl.
I hate her.
I showered my every love extinct on her before.
She's transcendental once.
I love you baby, back then.
Just splash your few cents words like painting here!
Punch it hard
Sunday, February 27, 2011 4:08 AM / Press my Nips
Part of moving on; Day 1
I hate to admit that I still do have love for you.I still can't accept the fact that you're gone, and moved on.
Its hard to walk alone, but come to think of it, I should.
Like, you did, why am I still not. With your pictures on bed with some other guy, it hurts.
But I hope he makes you much more happier than I did.
Well, thats fast and now I do understand hows the feeling to be one of your past.
To be treated like this. I don't blame them now. It's you. You're a hopper.
You change every interest of yours so fucking fast and left me hanging with unreasonable hatred.
Like, "what did I've done to you, till you hate me so suddenly?" the only left hanging question lingers around my mind every night.
Well, it may seems like just another blog down, but nahh, its not like what you think.
I just wanna share my moving on period with anyone who is on the same both with me.
I hope it helps though.
Well, whatelse, decided to spend my day with family.
Going out to some birthday party, even though it bores me, at least theres something to occupy me. I feel some bonding too.
I've been eating alot. I've been pampering myself with food now. It helps.
But sometimes I just don't wish to expose myself outside,
I just don't wanna imagine on how if I were to bump with her with that guy she slept with.
Like how? what should i do?
I don't feel myself.
I'm not me anymore, even everyone knows that. Maybe this is just the begining
Hiatus.
and my everyday hope was being moved on from her.
Parts&Parcel.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009 3:08 AM / Press my Nips
what a bright day despite of being drench by the heavy rain.
its hard to catch up with a tight morning, knowing that everythings going to be worst.
it was cold and wet, i wasn't ready for that.
pouring and puddles was just the worst to be left alone.
i just wish someone could witness how i was struggling through the heavy downpour.
it was worst than i thought i were to be. i was shivering.
noone was out there, literally. i was running alone.
i made it, but to failure.
i had my clothes dirty to, and i did went around with it.
i hate to not believe in my first prediction. i'm aware of it.
but for us, things went smoothly. but in my mind i didnt have what it take, to be ready for her day. a day for everyone to experience it with laughter and joy.
to be receiving smile in a box and words of appreciation.
most important of that day; a year older.
came to thing of it, im sorry, i know she's expecting something from me.
but truly, money means alot for love and humanity.
i just got nothing but butterflies running over waiting to be replace.
i shall be pursued to the worst on that day.
im scared of having this thinking, im not suppose to be here on that day.
because i know, im not going to be the one holding the paintbrush.
even worst, i had never celebrate birthday with someone special before.
i never experience what its like to be going to party exposing myself to everyone by her side.
never experience how to be there and for many things.
never ready. i don't know how am i'm suppose to be there.
i just hate to be branching over every circumstances.
its worst than doing murder.
i just got no cash and thats how fuck up i am.
i lost a source, and i didn't where next.
i just don't wish to lose this long path. this light i had, means alot to me.
it had been with me in my every darkest moment.
and it had always been blinking to wake me up from leaving.
i'm holding on to it just like a fire on a wood. even if its burning, i'll hold it till it turns to ashes.
if you know what i mean,
and that light i found; 220409.