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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. }

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{ Tuesday, February 17, 2009 }

I just had to blog. Just had to.

Its overwhelming. Everyone's asking me why I'm still awake and I tell them I'm waiting. They ask me what for?

What for? I wonder too. Its so obvious but still I wait. Its not like me to wait. I dont wait. I've never had to wait. If I dont see any future, I dont wait. But for you, I wait. In vain. Every single day I wait for nothing. And yet I wait.

You know what? You're interesting. I cant figure you out and that's why. I know nothing about you that's why.

So is this just a feeling or will it go away? Because its getting overwhelming and I cant stand it. I dont want to stay in this box forever.

I'm invisible to you. You dont even see me so why do I wait? Why do I bother? Why. That's alwas the question. Why. Why wait when you obviously dont see me at all. I'm not there. At all.

Still, I wait. Wait for you to come online so that I can stare at that rectangular box on my desktop and wait for it to blink. And when it gets late I wait for you to go offline. Wait.

So pointless, the thngs I do. Kenn says I'm weird. I guess I am. I just have different ways of thinking of things than other people. I just have different perceptions on things.

Would I say I love you? I dont know. I dont want to throw the word around. So no, I'm not in love.



& its you and me and all other people but I dont know why. I cant keep my eyes off you.


{ fin }