| Okay amidst doing my I&R (which is certifying my slow but sure death) with a pounding headache, drinking home-made barley, listening to Mj's Earth Song and deciding if I should go for the zouk flea later, I have decided to move to ANALOGHEARTS.TUMBLR.COM Contary to what many people claim, tumblr IS NOT, I repeat, IS NOT idiot-proof. Hence explaining why I can't seem to understand how to work it.  zzz I wish zee was back I have alot of time on my hands now don't know where to throw them. |
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| "I realised that everyone wants to be someone better, and as much as I think that I am better than her ex, it doesn't mean that I am better for her. The right one would be a person who is better for each other. She is better for me, but not the other way round. I learnt and grew a lot because of her, but not the other way around. I wish it was the same for me and her. She makes me feel inadequate, but at the same time, better about myself." |
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| I don't know how much more I can take. I want it all to just disappear. |
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| We wear our hearts on our sleeves too much. Maybe we should be more guarded with our actions, emotions and especially our heart. Like people who don’t wrap their every heartbeat around something that comes by just because it does, just because it feels “right” in those few moments, and build it up to something that blows out of proportion because right at the end of the road, they will be the ones crouching down in dejection, left alone to pick up the pieces of everything that they once thought would be the picture of perfection. |
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I want to be happy with where this is now. But I can't help but want it to be better.
I hate feeling like this.
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