I don’t think I’ll be drinking again. Stupid hangover. Oh, where are you anti-hangover candy? Still have to get my car from school and I’m sure I’ve a hold order waiting at the end of the sem. Daaaaamn. Anyway..
This week has been hell. People, things I love attacked all at the same time. It was too much to bear. I’m glad I still have people to turn to during these times. I’m glad I got out alive. Thank you, guys.
And since it’s over, I found the perfect message in a song.
And no matter where I go it’s always pouring all the same.
These streets are filled with memories
Both perfect and in pain
And all I wanna do is love you
But I’m the only one to blame.
But what do I know, if you’re leaving
All you did was stop the bleeding.
But these scars will stay forever,
These scars will stay forever
And these words they have no meaning
If we cannot find the feeling
That we held on to together
Try your hardest to remember
Cause today, your words felt like a knife
I’m not living this life.
I was the only one patient enough to stick by you, even if it hurt so much. It didn’t matter if I got hurt, all I thought about was how I could help make you feel better. All this time, I stood by your side, even if it meant having to go over the hurt once more. And this is how you treat me? Fine. Wallow in self-pity and sadness all by yourself. You think anyone else will comfort you at this time? Good luck. Admit it or not, I was the only one you
had.P.S. I can’t believe you’d actually hurt me.
Aasa ba ako sa’yo?
-Migraine, Moonstar88
Peyton: We didn’t have to be. We just are. But I’m glad you’re here. I know we kinda lost each other for a while but hopefully that’s over, right? Especially considering our history.
Lucas: It’s always gonna be there, isn’t it? You and me? What happened to us? It felt good screaming at you, though it was through text only. I don’t know how we ended up this way. It hurts so much having to deal with all this. I wish you never came back. Not because I hate you but because everything was much simpler that way. Me with Celadon, you with her. Why’d you have to come back? Am I not allowed some peace of mind after a semester of pure, agonizing hell? Do I not deserve to be happy for a change?
Why do you need me? *remembers cheesy movie line, seriously*
Why do you?
’cause the weak will seek the weaker ’til they’ve broken them
Could you get it back again? Would it be the same?
Fulfillment to their lack of strength at your expense
Left you with no defense, they tore it down.
-Simon, Lifehouse
*Brenda crying over menopausal stage in the doctor’s office*
Fritz: Hold on, look I was planning on doing this at dinner tonight. I think it probably would’ve been a little more romantic but, chances are you’re still gonna be working. And this damn thing doesn’t really fit in my pocket so..
Brenda: What damn thing?
I know in your heart you’re a bit of an old fashioned girl, so..
*kneels*
You see, uh, I’ve arrived to that place where I can’t imagine life without you. And uh, let me just say, I love you, more than anything else in the world. And Brenda, will you marry me? Please?
You’re only asking me ’cause you feel sorry for me.
No, I don’t, not at all.
Yes, you do.
I don’t feel sorry for you. I am not acting nice. You are the woman I have been looking for my whole life and I’m taking advantage of you when you’re most vulnerable because I want you to say yes. So please say yes.
(looks at ring) It’s so beautiful. It’s okay if I keep my own name?
Of course.
Well, I guess we don’t have any better sense than to ask me, I guess I better marry you. Because I think you’re the guy I’ve been looking for too. And here we are. We found each other. We found each other.
..and that we’re finally good to go on Monday for Celadon Week! Yay! After stressing over the field and all the requirements, we were finally given the go signal to set up on Monday.
..that realizing that even if I do still love you, and I told you about it, I know it’s not the wrong kind anymore. It’s not dependency, it’s not romantic. Nothing’s romantic with what’s been going on. I’m just happy that I didn’t crash all the way back down upon realizing it and letting you know about it.
..finally. I’m happy because I have Gus. I’m happy because of how our relationship, as friends, turned out. I’m happy because I get to talk to him the way I always do, that we get to talk the way we do, that he understands and listens but does not limit his opinions and thoughts to himself regarding the things I share with him. I’m happy because he’s always there even if he isn’t. That I get to show him the real me without fear of being judged and get to be me around him. In short, I’m still hung up on the happiness of yesterday’s, not to mention the addition of the long talk we had afterwards. He’s the only one like this.
Because I can be and make kulit to him the way I do without any fear of getting hurt after.
I’m extremely happy today. 🙂
Think about you but it’s not the same.
-Shiver, Maroon 5
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Someday we’ll know.
-Someday We’ll Know, Mandy Moore and Jonathan Foreman
Suppose that I care
And suppose that spent all my nights running scared
And suppose
That I was never there
And my eyes are screaming for a sight of you
And tonight I’m dreaming of all the things that we’ve been through
And I can’t hold on to you
So I guess I’ll be lonely too
Suppose we were happy
Suppose it was true
And suppose there were cold nights
But we somehow made it through
And suppose that I’m nothing without you
My eyes I’m screaming for a sight of you
And tonight I’m dreaming of all the things that we’ve been through
And I can’t hold on to you
So I guess I’ll be lonely too
Slow way down
This break down’s eating me alive
And I’m tired
This fight is fighting to survive
Tell me a secret (I want it)
Tell me a story (I need it)
I’ll listen intensively
I’ll stay awake all night
All of me is a whisper (So don’t leave)
There’s nothing left in me (Please help me)
Not even my body is strong enough to fight (Let’s make this right)
Please help me make this right
Suppose that I was wrong
Suppose you were here
And suppose that I reached out and caught your tears
And suppose this fight just disappeared
And my eyes are screaming for a sight of you
And tonight I’m dreaming of all the things that we’ve been through
And I can’t hold on to you
So I guess I’ll be lonely too
But I’d rather be here with you
-Suppose, Secondhand Serenade
When I talk to you, it means I’m missing you. When I don’t, it means I’m waiting for you to miss me.
That’s why I didn’t.
By the way, I miss you too.
Tonight it’s you and I together.
-The Greatest Story Ever Told, Oliver James
How one person can make such a big impact in your life, it stays even after he/she had left?
How one person can give you great joy and at the same time hurt you so bad?
How one person can make you so sad, it was your heart who did all the crying for your eyes?
I don’t know how to feel anymore. I’d cry but I can’t. The tears just won’t roll down my cheeks, or at least, settle in my eyes. My chest feels heavy yet not a single drop rolls. My heart must be doing all the crying for my eyes.
What’s worst than feeling hate or anger or pain, is indifference. When one can no longer hate or hurt. It signifies a person’s complete disregard for another. We hate, we hurt, we get mad because we care. We still care. But what happens when one can no longer feel?
I don’t know what to make of this. I don’t know how I’m feeling. My heart is crying, could I be sad? Or maybe hurt? But I’m unsure. It just feels that way because my chest feels like it’s carrying something heavy. Apart from that, I don’t know how I should feel anymore. I should be furious for seeming to be the second in line, when I was clearly first but, there’s nothing. Only a heavy chest, a clouded mind.
Who are you in my life? What am I feeling? Why can’t I cry? Simple questions I can’t seem to answer.
Don’t it feel like something’s not right..
-Dance Hall Drug, Boys Like Girls
when pigs & penguins fly.. 