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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, August 23, 2009 }

I wonder why I bothered. I guess it wouldn't hurt that much if I didn't already fight so hard and put so much into it.

But I'm done. For good this time.

I'm not gonna waste another minute trying to make myself so tied up about someone who doesn't give a shit about me. You know the whole insignificance thing? I felt it for one second. But no, I wont try anymore. I've tried too hard and you've never once tried to meet me halfway so no. It ends here because you never noticed how it hurt me. You never bothered trying. You never bothered. Never once have you even tried accepting me as the person I am. So here's what it is. I'm done.

I'm sick of cleaning up your dirt. Sick of clearing you shit after you. Tired of being the one to suffer under your wrath. Tired of apologising for your mistakes. Sick at myself to even believe for one second I should change cos you asked me to. Seriously, f off.

I kind of regret meeting you. As in, I regret making you the first person in my life for so long. I regret even making you a part of my life cos all you bring is misery. I regret holding on for so long when it was right in front of my face. No, I wont be fooled any longer.

& take your bloody mind games and shooooo away (:


{ fin }