|
Now I can breathe
turn my insides out and smother me.
|
|
 Profile
M istika, I turned fifteen. I'm an optimist, but it wouldn't hurt for me to be a lil' bit pessimistic. Yes, I'm abnormal, period. Tagboard
Archives
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
February 2010
April 2010
Credits
©Glamouresque. |
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Don't forget, us.
It's so unlike me to quote lyrics of some Malay song, but then I realised that I'm feeling so, emotional right now. I suddenly had thoughts about you, thoughts about us. I'm totally screwed, I don't know what to do. I'm standing down, standing on my own two feet, with nothing but memories, memories that won't do me any good. Reminiscing about them, I can't manage to subdue myself from all those pain you left me scared from. I can't help myself from crying if I have to, when I know, that crying won't get you back. I can't seem to see the click with any other guys, apart from you. I'm not gonna say ILOVEYOU, cause I know you don't love me back, and I don't wanna waste my time showering my love for you. Hear me out, don't go. All I have to say is this: Thanks for the talk yesterday night, when I know you had other better things to do. Thanks for replying my smses, when I know you could have just ignored them. Thanks for making me feel as though you cared, when I know that you don't. Thanks for at least saying something, when I know that you can't think of anything to say. Thanks for making me feel as though you liked me, when I know that you liked someone else. Thanks for being the first, when I know that you regretted ever asking. Thanks. I made a promise, to not leave you. I'm here if you need me. |
|
Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
|
