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Thursday, December 25, 2008

~merry christmas.

i suppose its this time of the year again.
time really slips past your fingers, before you understood that it will never come back.
and once again, nothing ever changes.

christmas.
just the sound of it brings back bittersweet memories.
memories that sends painful twinges to my heart.

and once more, i have to learn to stop hoping for things that will never come true.
no, that bitter lesson i learnt that time still burns vividly in my mind.
however, the fool that i am, persist in hoping.
a delusional fool, that is exactly what i am.





that moment, i cried.
i couldnt help it.
i felt so helpless and so fustrated.
then again, why should i feel that way.
i should have already been used to it by now.
afterall it happens again and again.

to learn to be less selfish.
and to give up on the people who i love,
who supposedly love me back,
but would never ever be able to understand me.
that would be as of this moment, be my inspiration.


i love all of you; truly i do.
but, even though i know in would hate myself for this,
i wish i didn't.

for this, i almost wish i could turn back time.





and perhaps this would soon be a fact.
I don't love me. and that's how I understand why you don't either.





i'm sorry.



1:15 AM
A sentimental yearning.