I do reflect on myself once in a while. I don't really quite understand what's happening or why it is happening in the first place, or why i even bothered to even tried to understand. Cos i realised, the more i wanted to understand, the more it's complicating me and at the end of the day, i'll hurt myself again. I want to know the truth, but i fear the truth. Yes, i admit i'm living in a denial. I should have just walk on and listen to others. I made a big mistake by following my heart instead of thinking with my pinky brain.
Afterall that we've been through(or specifically what I've been through), i deserve better than that. Soo much better. But hey, i'm glad that i'm back(partially back) - to my oldself. I'm lost & found.
Time and date checked. 1.15am, 23 March 2008, Sunday morning. It's been approximately a month since you've last gone. I mean, it's no point of me lying to the whole wide world that i'm over you. It's weird, i mean it's really weird when i think back. It seems impossible that falling in love with you takes less than a minute but making myself hating you takes forever. Don't we realise it? The feelings have been dwindling to the point where they can be scattered with just one simple decision.
