{danceinastorm}

Excruciating.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

He expects me to forget. To forget about how my heart was grazed and torn up. To forget why I was wounded. How could I forget?

The only way to do it, is to confine myself back within those four stone cold walls again. Now that I’m open and vulnerable, I have to constantly remind myself not to fall down, not to get hurt, not to go near the fire. How could I ever forget? It’s the only way I can tell myself not to repeat such stupidity.

Naturally, the culprit would want the victim to obliterate all these memories. As the saying always go, to forgive and forget. To forgive doesn’t really mean you’d achieve the forget part as well. Easier said than done. It’s gna be such a waste to forget anyway. These valuable lessons learnt, the hard and painful way.

The things I said last night were merely the truth, but the things you said? They were too much. You’ve gone overboard. I don’t even want to talk about promises. You just seem so clouded in anger that you aren’t even listening. How dare you even get all worked up talking to me like that, when you were the culprit to begin with? Is that gna show me how hard you’re trying and the change you were constantly putting through your lips?

[♥ clarice] danced at 12:50 PM

Saturday, April 23, 2011

“Do you realize that there’s only two options for our future together? It’s either we break up, or we get married.”

[♥ clarice] danced at 12:59 PM

If I were a boy

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

I won’t sign on.
Nope, it’s not about the money money money.

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[♥ clarice] danced at 7:44 PM

Monday, April 11, 2011

I love to follow my instincts, my guts. And my intuitions are hardly wrong. That’s why it’s giving me something to worry about. My intuition is making me insecure now. I fucking hope it’s wrong this time.

But then again. What do I know? Perhaps you don’t even know yourself that well. Not that well enough yet.

[♥ clarice] danced at 1:12 AM

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

There’s just this insecurity..

This weird feeling in me. I hope my instincts are wrong. But sometimes I just get so scared thinking back. You’re always the one who seem to want to let go, whatever the reason.

Will you turn your back on me one day, walk away and tell me it’s for my own good?

[♥ clarice] danced at 7:57 PM

here’s to man’s best friend

forever mybaby ❤

[♥ clarice] danced at 12:15 AM