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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Tuesday, September 9, 2014
It's not coming I've been reminded of the past. A bittersweet past. It was such a short and pleasant memory that I've had with this person and it only became painful and bitter because of his mum. They say I can't blame him but why not? He is the one who allowed all these to happen no? I did not initiate talking to him. Though I did reply and who would have thought that he reminded me so much of the other him then. Though he reminded me so much of that person but he is so different too. I knew what he was when he casually told me how he just broke up with his ex then... But I thought maybe since I was me, I could handle it all. I could handle not falling for him, I could handle even if I do he would not be so. I thought I could. I'm really overly complacent, isn't it so? It just hurts for me to see him again. And with our progression then, he would not have. It was all going well, we could study effectively together and studying actually made me happy with him around. But what made it falter? Me being unable to face the truth and confront him? I was so torn about whether I should confront him or not when I heard about what his mum said. Those vicious tongue she possesses... I did nothing, and I just when back to my reclusion... Allowing myself to feel the pain again. While he get over it, and MOVE ON. While I thought of him for a while, a long while. Unable to burst into tears when I think about him. Making me think that it has dried up, my tears have dried up. I don't feel empathetic to others, I don't feel for them. Or I don't let myself feel for them. Does it matter? Maybe if I don't feel for them, I won't be so emotionally torn. Maybe that's why it couldn't cry... But why do I still feel so wretched right now? Like my heart is tied in a knot when I think of him? I have a boyfriend now and yet when I see him, I almost burst into tears but when it is finally coming, I couldn't let it come. I don't know what is wrong with me... I hate him, I hated him, I resented him so much. He made me lose my last hope... Well for that matter that hope. And I have it all up altogether. My heart never wavered again... Until I tried again. Because I stupidly keeps trying. I don't know why either, to make me feel less like a person with no compassion? But I love my boyfriend so much right now. I want him so badly and yet why do I feel so sad when I think about him? But the tears isn't coming again. I just want to cry this out and get over it so badly. But I don't want to squeeze it out either because it's forced... I haven't truly cried in a long while... No wait I think I managed to shed a few tears when Neri cried in my arms but that wasn't crying but feeling for my best friend... I can feel, only to those who touches my heart, is close to my heart. He was once close, so near, he was my zombie and I was the zombie mistress... Though this is no longer the case. Tears, please come to me so that I can cry properly and get over with this person. He and I are both attached to different people now. And I'm sure we both love our respective beau deeply.,, I just want to get over with him. I really don't want to be reminded of him anymore... I don't want to see his face... I thought I couldn't recognise him but I did and he did. And his smile is no longer the smile he used to smile to me anymore. He is not my zombie anymore. That smile he once smiled to me isn't mine anymore... He is not mine. Let not be selfish and hope to possess that smile of his okay.. It's okay just posses one persons smile... He won't care much about me either anymore, be it when I fall or not. He won't look so intently at my injury anymore. I can't hold his hand to keep him warm when he is cold anymore. He has someone else to hold his hand for me. He already has someone else there to hold his hand when he is cold. When he gets cold so easily... He won't be there to hold me tight to keep me close or keep me from falling. I just can't... He is just not mine to keep. Maybe he wasn't mine right from the start. Don't think about him any further. Writing it out seems to be so much better... Thank goodness my hands are moving... Writing what I am thinking.. Or else it'll be reflected on my actions and health... I've figured out how my emotions and feelings work already... If I don't say it, it'll be reflected upon these two places... Hahaha... I've always known it, I just refuses to acknowledge it. I don't want to feel happy at this moment... So I'm not gonna remind myself that I'm happily in a relationship with my boyfriend. I want to feel these emotions... I don't know why but I enjoy feeling these negative emotions. Those happiness feelings are tiring. Tiring when I'm trying to act it out. No one gets it... They just assume and assume that I am a happy individual which I let them assume on. I don't want to be happy but I have to act like I'm happy. What a tiring life this is. A tough life... All these people in my life right now fits so well in this "happy life" I'm living. Excusing a couple of them who are close to me. But they think I'm happy too.. Let me be my "happy" Cheryl then. I don't want them to know what I'm truly thinking of anyway. Does it truly matter? I'm just sick in my mind. I'm just a weirdo isn't that so...? Why do I know some things that I shouldn't? Is my life truly that happy at this moment? I'm a position that will bring me to a promising and bright future no? I should be happy that I'm achieving that. But I still feel like I'm underachieving. I'm not there yet. There's so many things I want to do. But I'm already tired of life. I want to live it selfishly and selflessly too. See how weird I am and how it will ever work out? Never. |
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But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay |
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