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Torn.
He was warm, he came around like he was dignified. He showed me what is was to cry. Well you couldn't be the man I adored. You don't seem to know, you don't seem to care what your heart is for. Sometimes, I felt like a failure. I just couldn't get what I want. It's like everything is against my own will. Things got into topsy-turvy mess. I lost control of simple everything. Everything. Thought you said forever, but it's just a matter of time and feelings. Lost it, go find it please. Tomorrow's 11/11/11. Once in a lifetime, this is really a special date to me. I'm gonna wish for something and dedicate something. But guess, it won't be successful. There's too much to consider, though by saying all these, you guys will be in a confused state. So yeah, that's how I'm officially feeling. It's like, what am I to you now man. Never mind. I shan't elaborate that much. Just, fingers crossed and pray real hard.
I wanna find someone who I can tell everything so, that is trustworthy and shut up, that doesn't mind a single crap and every smelly fact I tell him/her. Sigh, it's really suffocating to swallow everything by your own. Listening to this song, that's making me hate her. She doesn't have what it takes to have you, at all. It's totally unfair. Gosh, why am I saying all these man. I've so much to rant about and thought I could let out my sorrows today, but I guess, my mouth's shutting itself up again. So just hopefully, tomorrow will be a memorable day. I hope. But.. I'm sorry too, for everything, for those I've hurt before. I've gotta stand up like a soldier, fighting for the best for myself. It may sound selfish, but, if that makes you happy too, isn't it worth.
Would you still be that thoughtful and full of ideas guy? Would you still be that affectionate person I've known. Do you still care? What is your heart trying to tell you? Tell me, tell me everything. What's the best thing you ever wanted, tell me. I don't want to be living in suspense. It hurts, as well. Miserable, too. Please.
Posted on Thursday, November 10, 2011 @ 9:28 PM