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Lord, I give up.
Locked at 3443, self inflicted. If you happen to have spotted me, the dementors were probably distracted. I drink poison in unimaginable amounts to keep this life rolling.
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“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too
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I miss you. I guess my brain still refuses to take off its rose colored glasses. Who would've known that a year later the bubble of happiness i was in would burst? Maybe you, you burst the bubble. I should have known. I should have not been so gullible. No use crying over an exploded milk carton though.
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Let me sleep a dreamless sleep. Let me sleep until all hope is extinguished. Let me sleep until i'm numb. Until i forget what used to keep me awake.
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I don't believe in destiny. I like to think hardwork pays off. Maybe it does. Maybe i am just a control freak.
Destiny offers a certain level of comfort that you sometimes seek when you're down. It's particularly useful in matters of relationships. In finding a partner in life. In finding someone. We can always turn to destiny when a recent interesting acquaintance becomes bland, when something good turns sour. It wasn't meant to be, we say. It was meant to be that way. We kid ourselves.
It would be nice to be able to tell yourself on rainy days that destiny is working on your 'Love story'. That somewhere somehow pieces of an elaborate puzzle are falling into place. That you can sit back and enjoy a warm cup of hot chocolate while the tides of fate bring you closer to your soulmate. Not believing in destiny makes that impossible.
I am not bitter. I can accept what is and isnt so. I can manage life alone. I have good friends. I know their value. I am happy with them. I know how lucky i am. The blessings are pouring, when i open my eyes. But wouldn't it be great to find someone who complements you. Who challenges you and supports you. Who loves you. Love. I wonder what it's like when someone who's not family or a friend loves you. Is it any different?
Wouldn't it be great to find someone who's complete without you but would rather complicate their lives with your presence because, well, love. Is it real?
I dont have destiny's comforting whispers when i ask myself these. I'm alone in my head. No one to assure me someone will come along. Sure, that's what people will tell us. We want to believe. I want to believe. But we know there's possibility that's never gonna happen.
It's hard when you don't believe in destiny and you feel some sort connection with someone. Albeit a fake connection. You know that if you don't give it a shot no wheels of fate are turning to bring you back together. That sort of thing only happens in movies.
There's freedom in choices. You're free to decide and also free to mess up.
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All this will be fodder for future embarrasing stories of yourself. Where you cried over nothing and acted like a total psycho. In the end you will have acted like a complete fool. Scared people enough for them to disassociate themselves from you. Exhausted people enough that they dont want to be around you. You will have driven everyone away. Even your friends will get tired of your stories. The very person you're trying to keep around will leave. And you will cry and you will hold on (to nothing) and you will beg for them not to go. All the while knowing you're being stupid. At least your wits will not leave you but your self confidence, self respect ad self control will be out the window. So you will continue to act stupid. You will be overdramatic, too paranoid and you will overanalyze. That's what he will tell you. If it was not true to begin with, you will make it true. You will refuse to give up because giving up is not an option. You will try to suppress the wsterworks everytime your invitation gets declined, or when a text goes unanswered. You know you're wasting time but who cares. you will be stupid and you will be all te things you hate in other people. All the things you know you're not. And when your self esteem has been pureed, chilled, and ready for serving (because you're stupid enough to think everything is your fault) you will stop. You will go back to who you really are. Someone who does not need other people to be happy. The non paranoid, well adjusted person you are. Okay maybe you are not well adjusted but you will learn to cull all those crazy emotions again. Because that much you know you can do.
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Puso kong pagal ngayon lang nagmahal
'Di mo lang alam
Ako'y iyong nasaktan
Baka sakali lang maisip mo naman
Puro s'ya na lang
Sana'y ako naman
'Di mo lang alam
Ika'y minamasdan
Sana'y iyong mamalayang hindi mo lang pala alam
'Di mo lang alam
Kahit tayo'y magkaibigan lang
Bumabalik ang lahat sa tuwing nagkukulitan
Baka sakali lang maisip mo naman
Ako'y nandito lang
Hindi mo lang alam
Matalino ka naman
Kung ikaw at ako
Ay tunay na bigo sa laro na ito
Ay dapat bang sumuko
Sana hindi ka na lang pala aking nakilala
Kung alam ko lang ako'y masasaktan ng ganito
Sana'y nakinig na lang ako sa nanay ko
'Di mo lang alam
Ako'y iyong nasaktan
Baka sakali lang maisip mo naman
Puro s'ya na lang
Sana'y ako naman
'Di mo lang alam
O, ika'y minamasdan
Sana iyo'y mamalayang hindi mo lang pala alam
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I miss texting haha. I miss you. But that's all in the past, a year to be almost exact. Gone are the witty messages, good mornings, take cares and good nights. Sometimes people get bored, seek company then become bored again and leave. Find something, someone else to keep them company. It happens.
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I've been posting an incredible amount of non sense lately. Not that this blog was ever meant to mean anything. But this page has been getting an extra dose of non sense everyday.
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Sometimes we dont have enough time to accommodate all the things we want to do or to spend time with people we want in our lives. That's why we prioritize. We have a list and we make time for them. Most people will not include you in that list. Suck it up. Stop asking for time. Stop looking stupid hoping they will make time for you. Sometimes they just dont have enough. Go keep yourself company.
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Surround yourself with friends. They are your first line of defense. Let them help you filter out the people who will do you no good.
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No matter what i do i always feel like i'm on borrowed time. So i exhaust every minute. I want to spend time. And when you're on borrowed time, It's not unusual to feel that the wanting is one sided. That it has become a chore to the other person. This is the consequence of opening up. To the wrong person. Can't blame anyone there. Oh well, this too shall pass. Sooner than later please. I hate looking like i'm chasing after you. I hate looking stupid too. Fallen and trapped inside a web you will deny weaving and i'll be too stubborn to accept being stuck in.
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When I realized I like you, that you make me happy, I wondered what it would be like to hear you say you feel the same way. That in my own little way, I can make you smile. That I make you happy. But I never allowed myself to imagine further. Right then, I accepted that I'm never going to hear that. Maybe because you don't feel the same way, or it's never gonna work. For all sorts of reasons my clouded logic can come up, I denied myself a happy thought. It's quite sad for someone like me who is only ever really free inside my imagination to have to suppress a would-be happy daydream. Maybe because I acknowledge the fact that once I allow myself to fall, drowning is my only 'ending'.
I like learning new things, maybe I am not as adventurous as other people. Maybe I live my life vicariously through the people who can handle things better than me. I am annoyed though that I can't explore this tiny feeling Ihave for you. I can't know, will never know where it will take me. I even have to suppress may imagination to prevent myself from falling too deep. It's stupid.
I am overdramatic, too emotional. Maybe I do get ahead of myself. Maybe I ruin an otherwise normal story by overcompensating for a loss that is yet to happen (probably never gonna happen). Maybe my weird notion that people have expiration dates is idiotic. Yes. It is idiotic. I didn't realize how it maims possibly good relationships. All I know is it was supposed to protect me from getting too attached and getting hurt. Well, boohoo, I have a boo boo. And no band-aid can take care of that.
For a time, I thought I have become this clingy person who just wants to be with you always. I didn't get to see you for a week and my bleak excuse for a heart felt like it was being ripped to shreds. I thought, fuck, what has become of me. This is not me. I think back to a time when I am away from you, did I miss you like this? No, I did not. I wanted you to be there,yes. I figured you'll enjoy the waterfalls, the little fishes, the boat ride, the sandbar. But it did not feel like a thousand tiny fingers were pinching just below my throat. And then I realized why it hurt, when I wasn't even supposed to mind. It is not just the distance, or duration of absence that makes you miss people. In my case, it is knowing that checking on you would be imprudent. That technology has blesssed us with all sorts of ways to communicate, but I can't reach you. I want to ask if you're enjoying your vacation, but I can't. I am not the one you're with. Half of me knows it would be weird if I ask, and the other half is scared that I'm not gonna get a reply. We both know that's what is going to happen.
At times, I feel like I met a lie. That all the good things I enjoyed with you are made up to suit my liking. That maybe the things you said, were said so I will continue to spend time with you. It is not paranoia. I guess sometimes that thought makes me feel better. The thought soothes me ' I am not missing out by not being with him. It's a lie. He's a lie'.
Everyday, when I wake up I pray for a good day. I don't know what that means anymore. But whatever I get, I assume makes my day good. Even though half the time it saddens me. Everyday, I fight a battle to stay afloat. I look sad and tired most of the time, lately. I don't care about pretending everything is fine and dandy. It is not. Why do I have to pretend for them? I expend enough energy distracting myself from my silly thoughts.
It bothers me that I know what I want, and by no means will I get it. That no amount of working hard or working smart will get me what I want. That I can only hope for the best, but who determines what's best? This setup may be the best and I won't even know it. See, maybe that's why I don't get relationships. No matter how much effort you put into it, you will always be just 50% of the outcome. No matter how much you hope to be with someone, it's still up the other person to decide.
On the upside, meeting you is quite a lesson. I realized some of the things I am looking for do exist. I learned a few things I didn't even know I wanted. I guess if you exist, I 'll meet another one. Someone else I can like without being judged, without being suppressed. Someone else I can have feelings for that I can explore. Someone who's available. Someone else I can spend time with.
If you're reading this (and most likely you're not), I sincerely hope you are happy and content. If you're not, well, I'm still here. Give me a chance to make you happy
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You're the only complication I welcome. But uhm, I guess that's out of the question.
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We say we don't hope. But we do. Hoping tears us. Hopelessness kills us.
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Haven't laughed this hard in a long time
I better stop now before I start crying
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You're wonderful
And it's beautiful
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But you're already somebody's baby
-Elliot Smith, Twilight
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I want to find someone to travel with me. Cambodia, korea, paris, spain and more. I want to hear interesting factoids about the places we will go to. I want an adventure. I want an adventure buddy.
I want someone who will tell me i'd look good in jeans, boots and a turtleneck while we walk around paris. Someone who will teach me to appreciate all there is to find in the louvre. We will have coffee and pastries until we're stuffed. We will sit in front of the river drinking wineand cheese from the farmer's market. We will find cheese with holes.
We will go to beautiful subterranean caves. We will eat serrano ham. We will walk underneath cherry blossoms. We will take photos ofall the beautiful buildings we will find. We might not show up in the photos. We will visit mecca, see the Kaaba. We will watch a U2 concert, and Sting too. We will go where they shot the lord of therings and harry potter. We will go ot weird Japan. We will watch night racing. We will visit all the Disneylands. We will act like kids. We will be child -like.
If we cannot afford to travel, yet, maybe we can hang out in a coffee shop instead. We will mark all the places we will go to and save up for them. We will find affordable vacations while we save for the big ones. We will not give up on our dreams.
I want to find someone who's passionate. Passionate about me, passionste about life. We will not live a mediocre life. He will be smart and he will teach me everything he knows. I will learn from him and maybe be a little smarter than i am now. We may or may not want to do everything i wrote here. But whatever we do, we do together. We will grow together.
Where are you? I hope you're hoping for me too.
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Things already ran their course, terms have ended and walls are up. Drawbridge pulled up, moat dangerously deep and infested.
Eh, there's truth in the statement though. Let's drown, shall we?
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I believe in a supreme being. I'm not religious but i believe in a supreme being.
I dont believe in fate or destiny. But i believe in a supreme being. When i stumble upon little trinkets of wisdom i say they were purposely put there for me to find. Or maybe not. I have a recurring case of forgetting what i believe in.
I am one of the many who brave the dreadful mass transportation everyday. I got a seat today. No trouble. And i think it is the universe's way of saying 'Maybe the best way home is the straightforward one. One that requires no roundtrip, no extra effort, no extra fare '.
I found an article today. It teaches you how to love yourself. Unconditionally. Flaws and all. It teaches you to sometimes listen to that treacherous voice that tells you how ugly, boring and stupid you are. And how to remind it you're worthy of love despite all that.
There are other ways to interpret that. (or maybe i should just stop interpreting things) It is so easy to be cynical. My interpretation only works on the premise that i am optimistic.
I could not recall the purpose of this entry. Maybe just to ramble. Maybe to get some thoughts out of my extremely polluted mind. Maybe just to test if I am still capable of processing information. Lately, i have an aversion to logic. It is working to my disadvantage.
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Fermenting ideas is fun. Sounding stupid in front of someone who's actually smart is better than sounding 'intellectual' in front of people who don't really understand.
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Strings are fun. Short, long. Stringing you along. Some amuse you for a while. Some help you pass the time.
You know what else is fun? Scissors. They cut strings.
Doesn't matter if they are long or short. But strings end when you snip snip.
I have a feeling 2013 will be legendary. Here's to great new beginnings!
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