It's being a while since I last get involve with love. Why can't the girl I loved, love me like how I loved them? It started like an awesome beginning, lots of laughter, then it was like a roller coaster ride, what am I really to you? You said that I am not a spare tire, I'm someone important, but I don't feel so, why? Our first night, maybe our last. I was looking forward, but I'm sad that you are sick. I'm sad that even though we are so close, you still texted G, still texted J, are you waiting for one of them? I really don't know. This morning, the messages really hurts, you said you used to like me 40% and now it's only less than 10%. Do I really deserve it? You have no idea how much it hurts, you will never know why I choose to go. Loving you till I cried, still loving you till I died.
I need to stop worrying for her. I need to stop thinking of her and missing her so much. I bet she can't even feel anything about me, why make myself go through so much pain. WHY? i ask myself. Guess this is love. Guess this is how you feel when you love someone yet the person don't love you. Is it too much to ask for her love? Should i endure this pain and carry on loving till she ignore me like Jessie? I'm afraid of failing.. Her text.. They hurt so much.. I know i was wrong, but.. the words.. They felt like a thousands bees stinging me on my head, my body.. "insecurity", "scared", "expectation" and "i just want things to go my way". Am i really that worthless. They say that love is like flying a kite, you need to set loose of the kite to make it fly higher, but i'm afraid if i let it go, it will never come back. I will give her the room she needed to breath, i will not text her moving forward.. I just hope and pray that i make a little impact in her life and she will remember me and text me back.. I really miss you Farah..
People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
It's funny how during your birthday, everyone in Facebook turn out to be your friends and started posting "birthday wishes". Well, all I'm asking is actually her post and maybe a photo of her now and again.
It's been a while since i last type anything on this blog. Funniest thing is i barely know her, i think she felt the same as me, maybe worst. This feeling of missing and knowing that i wouldn't be in her mind is driving me insane. It's only 12 hours since i last saw her, how do i endure the next 240 hours and what worst is after the 240 hours, will i still get to chase her? Will i still get to be close to her?
30/8/2010 - The first time we met, the first move was Step up 3. The first cafe we had was at Cineleasure. She worn a black top with black skirt and a black windbreaker.
"In Class nOw"
Easter aka Patrick
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2001 to 2001 WCG Warcraft3 Champ
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New life!
If only you could know me better
Rich, Smart & wish i knew you 2 years ago.
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To know how to drive
To get my degree
To company her to Malaysia or any country
Get more friends
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It's being a while since I last get involve with love. Why can't the girl I loved, love me like how I loved them? It started like an awesome beginning, lots of laughter, then it was like a roller coaster ride, what am I really to you? You said that I am not a spare tire, I'm someone important, but I don't feel so, why? Our first night, maybe our last. I was looking forward, but I'm sad that you are sick. I'm sad that even though we are so close, you still texted G, still texted J, are you waiting for one of them? I really don't know. This morning, the messages really hurts, you said you used to like me 40% and now it's only less than 10%. Do I really deserve it? You have no idea how much it hurts, you will never know why I choose to go. Loving you till I cried, still loving you till I died.
I need to stop worrying for her. I need to stop thinking of her and missing her so much. I bet she can't even feel anything about me, why make myself go through so much pain. WHY? i ask myself. Guess this is love. Guess this is how you feel when you love someone yet the person don't love you. Is it too much to ask for her love? Should i endure this pain and carry on loving till she ignore me like Jessie? I'm afraid of failing.. Her text.. They hurt so much.. I know i was wrong, but.. the words.. They felt like a thousands bees stinging me on my head, my body.. "insecurity", "scared", "expectation" and "i just want things to go my way". Am i really that worthless. They say that love is like flying a kite, you need to set loose of the kite to make it fly higher, but i'm afraid if i let it go, it will never come back. I will give her the room she needed to breath, i will not text her moving forward.. I just hope and pray that i make a little impact in her life and she will remember me and text me back.. I really miss you Farah..
People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
It's funny how during your birthday, everyone in Facebook turn out to be your friends and started posting "birthday wishes". Well, all I'm asking is actually her post and maybe a photo of her now and again.
It's been a while since i last type anything on this blog. Funniest thing is i barely know her, i think she felt the same as me, maybe worst. This feeling of missing and knowing that i wouldn't be in her mind is driving me insane. It's only 12 hours since i last saw her, how do i endure the next 240 hours and what worst is after the 240 hours, will i still get to chase her? Will i still get to be close to her?
30/8/2010 - The first time we met, the first move was Step up 3. The first cafe we had was at Cineleasure. She worn a black top with black skirt and a black windbreaker.
"In Class nOw"