| Tuesday, November 22, 2005 |
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April lay on the mattress in the dreary excuse of a house she lived in, thinking. She stared unseeingly at the rainwater dripping steadily from the broken roof, adding to the ever-growing puddle of water on the floor. The events of the past few days kept replaying in her mind, ceaselessly, each scene chasing the next, her thoughts spinning faster and faster, till she was caught up in a vortex of her own thoughts and emotions. She didn’t understand why he had to hold himself back from her. She never understood his restraint, his resolve not to confide in her. Perhaps he was trying to protect her, in some ways, from the fictional hurt he thought he cost her. Regardless of what thoughts influenced his actions, he never knew about how she felt. She concealed her true feelings too deeply, wrapped in layers and layers of superficial emotions she allowed herself to express. No one knew… She cried, that night. Alone in the huge, empty, desolate place. She curled up in a ball and for once, let the tears fall. The tears her pride demanded she hold back, no matter the cost. The tears that she seemed to summon with surprising ease, the tears that were never more than a thought away. The tears that consumed her, erasing all thoughts from her mind, save one. Why won’t you just give me a chance? |
| 'please don't stop the music 5:53 pm |
now playing :
| song of my life. |
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Past the point of no return - no backward glances: the games we've played till now are at an end. Past all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . . |
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| I am an eighteen-year-old student currently attending Republic Polytechnic. I enjoy reading, writing, chilling, intelligence, and sarcasm. My goals in life include being a professional slacker, wasting as much of my time, life and intelligence away, sleeping a minimum of 12 hours everyday, being a successful bum, and maybe, possibly, someone you could bring home to meet mom with. |
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