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perfection in the form of a garden
Wednesday, December 9, 2009


ok i look like a retard. but yeah whatever.. looking retarded is a talent.


Dear whoever;


why do you have to tourture me so muchh.

you pull me close but deep down i know you wished that was her in your arms.

and not me..


i know you dont want to hurt me, but you are...

i cant let go, i cant push you away. im torn, dammit




today, it rained damn heavily..

i was in my room, locking myself up from the world.

my mom came in and asked me whats wrong.



i couldnt answer her..


my eyes were dwelling with tears, i couldnt control.

i was about to say something as i stared at the window..

and it just... rained.. out of no where. with no sign or reason. it poured, just at the right time as i did.





what a coincidence.



then at five pm, i hung out at chinese garden with.. yeah.. a friend.

we sat down at the almost top of the tower thing where we could see everything.

then i poured my heart out, just the same as the rain several minutes ago.

my eyes just couldnt stop crying todayy.. and yet i was so stubborn as to still laugh out loud abt my misery and plaster on a smile.

then, suddenly, i felt totally in a peaceful state of mind.

at least he knows... for sure...



then we hung out at this bridge in the sunset.

it was sheer perfection. perfect is like, the most apt word to say it i guess.

i mean. oh my god... sitting on a pretty little white bridge during the sunset with the bestest guy friend ever.. just, perfect.



i dont know if im gonna be more hurt than i ever was after what happened today.

perhaps tomorrow i will feel less pain,

perhaps tomorrow the hurt will be more intense.

i dont know. i'll tell you when i do.



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