trying hard -- and everything else that I am but would never admit. Everything here is random and straight, no chaser. There's only one rule: No thinking twice. My existence skinned, x-rayed and CT scanned.
12.9.11
I'm Fine
I have come to the conclusion that I now prefer to be alone than have people weighing me down. I enjoy the weekly social mingling, catching up (like I listen), and drinks, but nothing more than that. I refuse to fall into the trap again and sign the social contract they call friendship. I was Strawberry Shortcake for a while, and I just ended up being hurt. Never will I allow myself to get into that "feelings" game again, for I am here to rule the world. Welcome the crazy bitch back.
DQ
Drama Queen. I'm starting to become ma-drama again. It has something to do with C, yes. Label or no, I can't deny that at some level, we're back together. And sometimes I feel like I can't take it. I can't be loved. It's too unfair. I get hurt too much. And I end up hurting the partner even more. I'd rather grow old a cat-lady knitting sweaters for non-existent grandchildren.
Girl Anachronism
I don't think I can be with anyone in this lifetime. Mali lang talaga akong tao. Halaman. Cactus pa nga.
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