Disclaimer: This post has been rotting on my Drafts tab for months. It doesn’t reflect whatsoever I’m going through right now or what I was feeling before. I read over a dozen books with pigheaded heroines and was inspired to write a letter those pesky characters could have written for their drool-worthy prince charmings.
I repeat: I am not talking about me.
Or maybe I am. HAHAHA!
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You’re not over this person probably because they could never love you back the way you wanted them to, the way you needed them to. They were a defective toy that couldn’t be fixed at the shop. This made you so angry and so sad and you tried just so damn hard and everyone knew it but it didn’t work. Not one bit. Because of this, your business with them will always seem unfinished. You couldn’t conquer them and seal the deal, which made getting any kind of closure difficult. Your closure needs to be done on your own. You have to accept that this person will never give you the answers you want them to.
(via Thought Catalog)
You taught me that if it is meant to be, a few days spent with that one person is all it takes to develop a connection. However, a connection does not necessarily signify that the two people are right for each other — it could have been a wrong place, wrong time, or just the wrong person. A connection is just a connection unless proven otherwise.
I could have written something like this for someone else. Whoever wrote this took the words right out of my goddamned chest. Kudos! Now… hit send!
Ayoko na.
I’m tired. I’m drained. I’m worn out.
I’m a clusterfuck of emotions brought forth by exhaustion and confusion. I don’t want to give up, especially when I’m this close to the finish line, but I’m more than just physically and emotionally tired. I’m seriously dead beat.
And some people are just way too different from you to even understand where you’re coming from.
P.S. Freakin’ Time won’t even cooperate with you. I know it’s the only thing that won’t stop nor slow down for anyone. (What a hot piece of bad ass!) But still! It flies, swoosh, and zooms when you least want it to! UGH. :/
We broke up because while I was falling in love, you weren’t. You are the first person I really let in. I let my guard down and I feel foolish. I feel angry you let me believe we were starting a relationship. I feel embarassed. But most of all, I feel sad.
Bandwagon
It’s seriously been a while. Pft! I missed blogging and my non-sense writing so much! My academics have become pretty clingy and very demanding the past five or so months. And as much I would ever want to, I can’t just not exert effort and not care about all things school/studies-related. My future’s at stake (as if it wasn’t during my early university years -.-“) here! Okay, FUTURE = Graduation. HAHA!
So wassup? Nothing. Same goes, same goes. I owe my non-existent readers and followers a year-end post, though! Hopefully, I can work on that before February ends. Or before the Chinese New Year. Such that, at least, it will still be a New Year post. :D
In case you’re wondering, I’m still doing good. Been feeling a bit down the past few days but the reason remains to be elusive even to me. Might just be late PMS or the hot-and-cold weather. IDEK. Thankfully, I don’t need to keep myself busy. I am busy as it is. I didn’t even get a chance to vote! No freakin’ choice! Where are my chill rights? >_<
Anypoo, I might as well end it here. I don’t have anything interesting to say anyway. Zzz. Watch out for that year-end post! And something explosive on V-Day. I’m already formulating a confession in my head. Kidding! Or not.
Lemony Snicket’s short letters for his dead ex-fiancee written in his books “A Series of Unfortunate Events”
(Source: douja, via happyxonigiri)
