Sunday, April 11, 2004

Beautiful.

Break ups are painful, it hurts like shit when it does actually happen. But as someone has once said (probably more often than he should), "all good things must come to and end" .. and to continue that sentence, another someone said, "you'll die anyway". Talk about being pessimestic. Heh, he broke up with me.

I can sit down and stare at the sky all night, and allow my tears to flow endlessly. I can just sulk throughout the whole night and remind myself how pathetic I can get. Haha, that.. fortunately for me, is not possible. I'm better than that, and I know it. However, it doesn't stop me from crying at almost every thought of what I once had, and how 'happy' I had been.

My best friends, they are the best of friends, are great. You guys are beautiful. Thank you for pulling me out of my room during the weekend, thank you for calling all the way from Australia.. texting me all the way from Switzerland.. and most of all, thank you for being there when I needed you guys the most. I love you =)

No one is suppose to be worth tears, and the one meant for you shouldn't make you cry so much. I'd love to say that I'm strong, but words don't mean much if there are different actions taking place. I admit that I cry, and its painful when I think about it.. and everyone who has come up to me with the first question: "are you okay?" I'm most definitely not. I'll be okay soon, not now.. maybe not tomorrow, but soon right?

Tag-board posters: people people.. thank you for defending me in whatevers going on in that damn tag-board. =) I respect the person, who ever you might be, for saying what you thought in my board, but if you're here only to insult me. Don't bother. It won't do much.

Things in my life are different. How I see things may contrast to others. In most cases, I'd probably see the cup as half empty. I don't really care much how others think of me, because no one knows me better than myself. Despite the idle rumours people may say about me, I'm not what they say.

No one knows what goes behind closed doors, so what others think or say what goes on around me..

I should be the one who knows the real story behind it.

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