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trosaa


I have stopped doing this.
But when I do,
I will write as I will.
I will write as I love.
And I will do as I live.


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Welcome to adulthood
Sunday, September 12, 2010

I'm 18, finally. And guess what fucking happened on my fucking birthday?

1. My mom found out about my piercing.
2. We had a 'talk' which made me so depress right now that i keep wanting to cry when i think about it.
3. My own boyfriend refused to show me any love that i know i deserve
4. I drank a bottle of wine and couples of beer to feel better about myself
5. I really really don't think I deserved this..



...on my fucking 18th birthday.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

After almost 3 years of getting to know him, falling for him and being with him, I realised so many things have changed. I got lost in my own emotions when I found myself reading back the mails, the entries and the things he used to send for me, and I read back the things that we did, what we've gone through and all that.

I do admit whenever I do that - yeah, I did it couples of times, when I'm just upset, I'd open up the past and indulge myself) - I allow myself to build this wall between the Old and the New. And I would lock myself in the memories of the Old and I start comparing it to the New, the current one. I feel like shit every single time I read up my old stuff. It's a sad bad habbit, but I cannot help it too. Moreover, I just cannot accept the facts that we aren't the same anymore. No more old yearnings and longings - according to the Old. However, I think now it's more of getting rid of each other - according to the New. Screw my life!

Argh fuck whatever. I'm just lost whenever I think about it. Only I wish, one in awhile, the Old would come back, cos it felt so much better when we first started out.

sad but true.......