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{ Dreamer }
Definition:

1. a person who dreams.

2. a person who lives in a world of fantasy; one who is impractical and unrealistic.

3. a person whose ideas or projects are considered audacious or highly speculative; visionary.
{ Marianne }

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
It was always you.

{ Past. }

January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 December 2011 January 2012 February 2012

{ Friday, February 3, 2012 }


Its the same scene again.

Where I watch while you walk further and further away. I can't see if you're crying or not but you keep walking, till you're out of sight and then darkness. Total and complete darkness. And when I wake again, there's a hole in my chest and this unexplained intolerable pain. I try to speak but no words come out, not even sounds.

And there's absolutely no one around. And I start to realise, I'm completely alone.

Why the fuck is this going on.


{ fin }


{ Wednesday, February 1, 2012 }

I think I've always wanted friendships that warms my heart. The kind that I can talk to and not feel frustrated at all. A group that I can just be myself and not keep feeling like I'm the odd one out.

I don't know how I survive for so long being this way. People think I'm this person who's a social butterfly. I'm not. I'm socially awkward, I don't know how to start conversations and continue conversations. But I think most of all, I always feel like I don't fit in. Somehow in some sort of cosmic worldly equation I manage to find myself as the odd number, the one number that sticks out. I don't think I'll ever find a place in the world where I'd feel like I completely belong but its okay.

I think it makes me who I am. Makes me okay with being alone, staring at the sky or the ground, having internal conversations in my mind. I'm not saying I like it because it makes human interactions difficult for me, it makes having relationships hard for me. Most times I can't put into words what I'm feeling or I just cannot explain to anyone else what I'm thinking or feeling and that just fucks up alot of my life.

Okay, I think I just really wonder why I never belong anywhere but by myself. Haha Can't help that I'm weird.
Enough ranting (:

Should start creating again.


{ fin }


{ Thursday, January 26, 2012 }

To think I almost gave up on this.

I'm always happy when he's around. So how could I ever give this up? (: I'm gonna enjoy myself for now.


{ fin }


{ Tuesday, January 24, 2012 }

Because everyone leaves in the end. I believe I'm the hardest person for anyone to be with.


{ fin }


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This is a horrible feeling. And what feeling is this? Its called feeling completely alone, like there's no one who knows me. Like I could just fade away and it wouldn't matter.

I need to disappear, vanish. Or die.


{ fin }


{ }

Oh, watch as I tumble down into the inferno of burning flames.

Watch as I shut the doors to just about every opportunity I had. Watch as I hold the syringe and squeeze the poison into my arm.

Pretty sure its gonna be another sleepless night.

Destiny, Melancholy.


{ fin }


{ Monday, January 23, 2012 }

Nightmare after fucking nightmare. Waking up in tears isn't as interesting as it sounds. Fantastic.


{ fin }