1 more week... Till I'm officially done with school. Not. Lol I'll never ever be officially done with school. At least Christina's rehearsals ARE OVERRRRR, until year 3 starts again... I have BTT test this coming Friday and I have yet to study for it.. #askingfordeath #procrastinatorforlife LMAO
Gonna ice skate with my Jazzy on Friday too and I thought of you, again. -_- Gawd when will I stop linking everything to you? WHEN. So when are we going ice skating? WHEN. Now every time I go to the beach or ice skating I'll always remember you telling me we'll go there someday. & How I told you all your "one day"s will never happen and you told me not to think that way. See what happened? Not that I jinxed myself. I just know it wouldn't come true. The day you actually say something and you take action, the sky will really drop. I can list down a whole list of things that you said we'd do but no we didn't. If you want it to happen you gotta do something about it. Just sitting there and waiting is not gonna make anything work. At least that's how I see it. Doesn't work too if only one party is trying and the other is again, sitting there and waiting for the sky to drop. It takes 2 hands to clap yo.
Aiya seriously. The best gift anyone can ever give to me is their time la okay. Especially you la really. You're not even a superstar and I feel like if I can ever get hold of you for a few minutes, that itself is already a miracle. Whatevers... We don't even talk now it's just worst than last semester. At least last semester during this period I'd still receive random messages out of the blue. Now I'm just like er whuuuut. Forget it can't do anything about it anymore anywayyyyys. I know everyone's like nah you're just saying this to make yourself feel better about this situation. Well if it really can make me feel better then why not... The only person that can change the situation is him. & if he does nothing then this is just a dead end. For me, for him, for them (maybe)
"I just thought it was going really well. We talked for weeks. Things progressed so nicely. You recommended books to me for crissake. How great is that? That’s fucking resplendent as fuck; I don’t find things romantic, but that was. I don’t think you meant it that way.
I don’t know if there were red flags. I’m usually so good at red flags. I’m a side-stepper. I get away from red flags. Well, really, I don’t get in situations that have flags of any color. I walk alone. Always.
I just thought you were my break from that. From solitude. I thought you were going to want to hang out with me. I thought you were going to fall in like with my mind. I thought you were going to find parts of me sexy — ethereal parts, not cliche body parts.
Nope. I’m back to solitude. I like this. I keep reminding myself how I didn’t really want a relationship any way. I am low maintenance. I keep reminding myself. I don’t need more. I’m better on my own.
This is my punishment for getting weirdly hopeful. It’s like that Gnarles Barkley song “Crazy.”
Hahaha, bless your soul.
You naive little thing. You thought a guy liked you.
Man, I’m getting adept at condescending myself.
I walk alone. Always. And every time I forget that, the price I pay goes up. I need to stop wanting. It’s only going to cost me"
- I can't keep waiting around for you, Thought Catalog
Sigh yeah I'm in the alot-of-time-to-reflect-on-life phase too. I do that almost everyday but since I have a lot of time now I obviously think about it even more. I think until I feel so stoned. Think until my face seriously having super bad break out. Wa I would have 2 extremely bad breakouts in a year. & it's so bad I just wanna hide at home and cry LOL.So tomorrow I have a random ballet class at 10.30.... Ridiculous. Meh. Oh wells.
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