:-)

it is weird when you realise...
that everything in life DOES have a reason for its happening.
i remembered being the unfortunate one.
on the end of the other line.
the one waiting.
the one being hurt.
the one thinking "what the f did i do wrong?"
remembered thinking that maybe he just doesn't have a heart.
not thinking of the possibility of:
what if he does have a heart, but it is just not that into me?
what if he never meant for things to happened the way that it did?
what if he tried his damn hardest to let me off slowly,
but my little brain was just too busy to let my heart do all the thinking?
endless possibilities.
but i get them now.
after years of making myself believe that i was the victim,
when in fact, maybe it's a part suicide.

on the lighter note.
i am taking critical thinking on my next semester.
so my thinking can be more critical --"
anyway...

i dont expect any of you to understand any of the things i am writing about above.
those are my thoughts.
they don't involve anyone on my life now.
gah.
just to set things straight.