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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 March 2012 April 2012 May 2012 July 2012 October 2012 January 2013 March 2013 July 2013 August 2013 January 2014 September 2014 January 2015 July 2015

{ Sunday, February 15, 2009 }

I need to rant.

What's the point? I feel so idiotic trying to organize a gathering for people who cant be bothered. You, you disappoint me. I wanted to remember why I loved you. WHY. I mean, I understand if its Sam cos he's always been like that. The world revolves around him, everthing is about him. But you, I was hoping you'd have changed. Be a different person from what Sam's been telling me you are. URGH. You just leave the conversation and even if you're in it you dont talk or anything. You know what? I see it now. You're a loser. You dont treasure friendships. You dont try to make an effort or even fake an effort to be part of a group. Our group. This group that's supposed to be your's and not mine but has now become mine nd not your's cos you try so hard to distance yourself from it. Forget it. I feel so assholic and dumb trying to make you attend these gatherings. And each time you give excuses and shit You're never around.

And wth. I dunno anything? Maybe. Perhaps I really dont. I dnt know anything about anyone's life. I feel so far away from this group that I once loved so much because we were bonded through relationships and tangles but we still stayed a group. No matter what our history was we stayed together. But now, its just faling part in my face. Somehow it feels like I'm the only one who sees the group as such. So maybe everyone's moved on or something. But hey, its a group that meant alot to me and it still means alot to me nd it sucks to see everyone going away from it and being so far away.

So seriously, I really think that I know nothing of anyone anymore. Like seriously, forget it. If you're not interested you can just tell me. Like tell me you dont wanna meet up because you dont feel comfortable with them anymore. Although I dont see how that happens when you were all in the same freaking cca. I'm the one who's the outsider of the group. I'm the one who should feel left out. I'm the one who should feel uncomfortable. Its been 3 years. 3 years since anything happened between us. Its been 3 years since we've had a proper outing together. 3 years doesnt change anything. You're still te same. You dont take responsibility for anything an whatever you dont think you can handle you escape. Loser.

I'm tired. Tired of clearing up your shit. I cant be bothered anymore.

& you're still you; in case you dont remember.


{ fin }