If you give them the chance.

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don't sell your heart,

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Sorry that I'm pushing the latest blog post down, but I do have a strange urge to post another at this very minute.

It's due to something I read. Forgive the lateness as I've been lazy to check out other blogs till now. I saw it, and though it explicitly stated it does not refer to me, I feel it still does target me somehow. I'm not depressed or anything, merely confused, because I AM pretty sure I'm the subject of the post, but what it said doesn't describe me at all.

I knw that I have several bad points, but I seriously don't think that those mentioned are mine. Perhaps, I may be totally off track and thinking too far out cuz it may not be referring to me at all. Still, I want to take an opportunity to clarify myself about something that happened on September 26.

I don't take back my words. I wanted to say them for so long. No, what I mean is, I have been saying those words for so many times, but on that day, I truly wanted you to let the words sink in, to finally understand how I feel. (I wld write "we" feel, but I don't wna speak on anyone's behalf, lest I be hated for it.)

I don't hate you. You have a good heart. You are simply extremely annoying. Haven't you noticed nobody wants to hang out with you? That everyone skirts away everytime they see you round the corner? Or are you simply delusional? Why do you ignore such obvious signs, that there is some part of you that people are dying to get away from?

Oh the solution?

CHANGE.

Is it so simple then? To *abrakadebra* change when you want to? It takes effort, my dear. It is so easy to say "I know what's wrong. I'll change." No, I don't see any change.

I suddenly remember that graduation's 2 days away, after which we do not have to be in another's company, and I do not have to suffer in your presence anymore. But for the sake of those people destined to be in your future, do grow up.

I'll leave it at that, because I think I've typed enough emo posts for awhile.

Taking a leaf out of monkey's book, I'll add a disclaimer:
This is my blog, and I write what I want. So sue me.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Sorry that I'm pushing the latest blog post down, but I do have a strange urge to post another at this very minute.

It's due to something I read. Forgive the lateness as I've been lazy to check out other blogs till now. I saw it, and though it explicitly stated it does not refer to me, I feel it still does target me somehow. I'm not depressed or anything, merely confused, because I AM pretty sure I'm the subject of the post, but what it said doesn't describe me at all.

I knw that I have several bad points, but I seriously don't think that those mentioned are mine. Perhaps, I may be totally off track and thinking too far out cuz it may not be referring to me at all. Still, I want to take an opportunity to clarify myself about something that happened on September 26.

I don't take back my words. I wanted to say them for so long. No, what I mean is, I have been saying those words for so many times, but on that day, I truly wanted you to let the words sink in, to finally understand how I feel. (I wld write "we" feel, but I don't wna speak on anyone's behalf, lest I be hated for it.)

I don't hate you. You have a good heart. You are simply extremely annoying. Haven't you noticed nobody wants to hang out with you? That everyone skirts away everytime they see you round the corner? Or are you simply delusional? Why do you ignore such obvious signs, that there is some part of you that people are dying to get away from?

Oh the solution?

CHANGE.

Is it so simple then? To *abrakadebra* change when you want to? It takes effort, my dear. It is so easy to say "I know what's wrong. I'll change." No, I don't see any change.

I suddenly remember that graduation's 2 days away, after which we do not have to be in another's company, and I do not have to suffer in your presence anymore. But for the sake of those people destined to be in your future, do grow up.

I'll leave it at that, because I think I've typed enough emo posts for awhile.

Taking a leaf out of monkey's book, I'll add a disclaimer:
This is my blog, and I write what I want. So sue me.

don't say we're not meant to be.