i always thought ppl who were
taken had countless things to worry about their already other half. now, i realized, the singled worry even more about those they think might be their other half.its really frustrating. to see your own friends
break into pieces, and you just cant save the day. you're trying to think of something that can just make them feel a
little better. but nothing comes to mind.
nothing beats not being able to save yourself. before trying to save others,
save yourself. if you can't be your own hero, who else is going to come walking into your life being superman?
what frustrates me even more, is that I don't know what to save myself from?
funny how everything goes
back to the start.
love.when its not right, all it does, is create
pain.
not to the ones in it, but to the ones thrown out of it.
and also to the ones that weren't given a chance to be
IN it.
sometimes,
you just can't predict what the other half is thinking.
whether or not it be miles apart, or right next door.
everything seems so bloody
mysterious.
possibilities are just like maths.
all you feel like doing , is
add the good stuff and
subtract the bad.
times the good times and
divide the rest.
you try living in denial when somehow you already know the truth.
you try
NOT to understand eventhough everything is right infront of you.
you don't know anything anymore.
is it true?
or you just don't WANT to know.
Everytime I think of you,
i feel like
throwing up.
i'm still trying to figure out how,
to feel comfortable around you again,
because now I can't.
not unless you tell me the truth.
its going to
hurt.but I know what its worth .
& what I think don't matter no more.
