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| Wednesday, March 22, 2006 |
isn't it ironic how someone can't forget me even after 2 weeks of not contacting yet a certain someone else managed to forget me like the day AFTER we stead. gosh. the irony's killing me. hah. soooooo funny! i'm rolling on the floor laughing. *rolls eyes*
i just can't seem to leave the past alone, can i?
imagine how GLAD i was that i didn't put np's mass comm as my first choice when i found out that same certain someone was going NP. i was so relieved and happy i nearly cried. i cannot picture 3 years in the same campus with him. torture. pure torture. nothing else to describe it.
yet, just last year, i was insanely jealous of any girl he happened to like. what the hell is wrong with me?! arghx. at least i don't feel so strongly about him now.. i think. i get over-the-top pissed when he treats me like shit, but who wouldn't?? sometimes i wish i'd see him on the streets when i'm all dressed up.. wonder if he'll feel anything? hmmmm..
but if there's anything i've learned from him, it's that i'm nothing, to him. so why should i care? should have listened to his sis all those years ago. but no, i just had to be smart.. i just had to be naive. i just had to listen to all those lies and trust him. whatever. i was dumb. i was stupid. i was so damn freaking gullible. well. not anymore. at least not where he's concerned.
y'noe. i just realized i've spent quite a few entries on him over the past year or so.
i wonder why...
- gona go bathe.. and perhaps i'll continue blogging again later. -
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now playing :
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| song of my life. |
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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