can we take a ride

:) thank you for keeping me sane

the past month has been crazy exhausting, if just maybe the least bit rewarding. i've run the whole gamut: anger, shock, frustration, disappointment, exhaustion.. and even excitement. happiness. and if anything, i think i'm still in the process of cleaning out the bits of you left in my life (there are more than i remember now)

cleanse cleanse cleanse

L

And with love, there are no rules. The heart decides, and what it decides is all that really matters.

All of us have had this experience. At some point, we have each said through our tears, 'I'm suffering for a love that's not worth it.'. We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognised. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules.

Paulo Coelho


well in that case i guess giving unconditionally seems to be about the best option. it's about time to learn how to do that proper

the right to write me off

you can have it when you get that A1 for Biology. until then, you'll just have to wait in line

i've been doing my job, just doing my job, just...

it has become hum-drum, part of the motion of every day. and you know what, i would dislike me too hahah is that sad or what

these doors are open

uh, okay. what do you want me to do? so tired, trying to juggle school (work), friends, SCHOOL issues (ugh like homework and studying and kids) is slowly but surely killing me

so tell me What it is that you Want, because i am Trying my fucking best and constantly fearing that that's not good enough for you

Save you

I've known people who are the pinnacle of academic excellence; who are the creme de la Creme. and you, you're really just nothing much. so tell me again, what your reason for acting like an arrogant prick is, because i seem to have not noticed there being anything remotely special about you that might, if at all, give you the slightest license to behave the way you do.

Disgusting.

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pick me.

choose me.

Love me.

what am I to you

sometimes i wonder what i still have left to prove. that i'm better off, that i've moved onto greener pastures, that i'm too cool, that i'm so many things i'm not but i wish i could be for pride's sake. in trying to hide who i really am and what i really want to say and all things else that matter, i guess it becomes such that you just can't see me with my best foot forward. and this becomes a vicious cycle of self-loathing all over again. rinse, dry, repeat.

they all like me, so why don't you