♥ Tuesday, September 15.


read bout someone wrote this . exactly what I'm feeling now .
perhaps ?

Everyone’s heartbroken nowadays, but I mean, we all just gotta move on. What’s the point of reminiscing when you know the person is no longer worth while; when they’re no longer who they used to be? When their heart is somewhere else? Do you think they still care for you, still sit there thinking about you? Because frankly, they don’t.

There comes a point where you miss someone so much that you can hear their voice echo in your head. And you can hear the names that they used to call you, the words they used to tell you. You memorized their laugh, their smile, and their silly ways. You can also feel their warmth around you and you don’t want to let go even though you know it’s just an illusion. * i like this part *

Everytime your phone rings, you smile because it’s them that’s calling.
Everytime you hear their name, your heart beats 100 times faster and sometimes, you can’t even breathe. * yup yup :) *
You knew that looking back on the tears would make you laugh, but you never knew that looking back on the laughs would also make you cry. All you want is to go back in time. Not to the time that you first met, to the time that you were known as nothing, but strangers. * love this la ! definitely what i had been thinking ever since . *

But no matter what, you’re in denial.
You hide your feeling so no one would know. You put on a fake smile and don’t let a single tear break through. You’re so used to hiding your feelings that you don’t even realize the pain you’re causing for yourself. Your thoughts become invisible.
It’s still there, but no one knows.
Like a love letter you didn’t show. And you’re hurting no one but yourself.

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♥ 31st Aug


I appear to be the most happiest and confident person you will ever meet.
The truth is, I'm not. That's just how I would like you to remember me as. I am actually the total opposite of that.
I never openly expressed my feelings on this situation, And I feel stupid for it.
I didn't want to be looked like a fool because it’s been some time that I’ve been more angry at myself for allowing it to go this far.
Never have I been so stuck on a feeling, it was to the point where I was so sick of it that I would cry.

Everything I heard, everything you did to me was mentally exhausting, confusing, made me totally mind fucked. I kept holding on to what you told me that night. When I kept denying what you were telling me, but you assured me, reassured me. Then eventually, I believed you. Stupidly I let my wall down. I should've known better, because in the end of it, I was right.

For the little time that things were good, it made me so happy. We were tight from the beginning. I miss the times when we’d talk about anything, everything. It’s sad how things are so different now.
I’m basically all over the hurt now & that feeling isn’t there anymore or maybe I just learned to live without it.







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