I Think

Lollipops, cigarettes, music

Good as they sound

But hurts as it feels

Attempt 2

He offered to buy me a drink for a favor I did. I said, no, it's nothing, charge it to friendship. He laughed and said thanks a bunch. He told me he misses his girlfriend. I said, distance can be good sometimes, it heightens the craving. He laughs and says nothing.

And I, am pathetic.

So, what happened really?

I was vulnerable--heart-broken, crushed, in a i-wish-the-world-would-end-right-now sort of mindset--you know the works. And suddenly, poof, he started giving attention. His charming scorching hot self tempting me with his charming, scorching hot self. We chat and we text all day and all night, never running out of things to talk about. Sexy things, even.

So. One weekend. It happened. It was new, awkward, bittersweet and I guess, quite awesome.

And the days that follow were a mess. Suddenly I'm back to being the nobody. The friend. No. The good friend. Hence, the angst (i.e. this).

So. I have decided. I'm staying away from you.

Attempt.

Get drunk. Get sober. Get high. Go crash. When all you really want is stay in your room and do things (like this.)

High like/as the moon

I need to get out of this poverty. How is the question.

It's always heartbreaking when the friends you badly need/want to see and talk to are not there/available (for you). Like no matter what your FB friend count tells you, reality is, your options are few. 

YOU.

THIS is the last I'm writing about you and--deities help me--the last moment I'll waste thinking about you. It was one weekend. One bittersweet forbidden breathtaking weekend. And, know what, I don't regret it one bit. But why, you wonder, do I suffer? Simple. I WANT YOU.

Now, ENOUGH. Done. Over. From here on out, you are Eternal Sunshined.

Rekindle

Just what was that? You've been cold and distant for days and without warning you show up with that boyish charm. That's just unfair.

Black Hole a.k.a my room

I've been holing up for days now. I'm forcing myself to go out tonight.

Yes, I've been a bad, bad girl

Ooooooooh, boy.

Tonight

I've got a lot of stories with me. Ones I would keep and never tell. Ones I wish I could forget. Ones I know I'll never get over with.

Facebook Official

There will come a time when we will be telling our grandchildren how our lives were ruined when our boyfriend/girlfriend Facebook Official-ed the break-up.

I Need A Ge-ge-getaway

1. C and I are over

2. I am in lust with someone else. Nothing to do with the break-up though, this realization came afterwards. A rebound? Not impossible.

3. Shoot is over. I've been in hibernation for the last 2 nights and will do the same tonight.

4. No money. Art does not pay well.

5. I need a serious drink.

Vertigo
Anne Stevenson

Mind led body
to the edge of the precipice.
They stared in desire
at the naked abyss.
If you love me, said mind,
take that step into silence.
If you love me, said body,
turn and exist.

O____O

i am so... something. i should be preparing for the shoot tomorrow. but i have lost all motivation i have left in my system. tomorrow's going to be a disaster. boo.

Exhausted

Art should not be exhaustive but it is.

I didn't come in to work last night and decided to pass my resignation letter tonight. It isn't a long story but I prefer no to tell it here. Or not right now at least. I am currently on a shoot but even this doesn't seem to cheer me up. I'm in desperate need of a new job. Dark times.

Tonight, I just want my peace.

So nigga please.

Mondal Feels Like A Sunday

What could be better?

Woke with a UP Fair hangover after 14 hours of sleep. And now, it's me and my Bumblebee (my PC). This playlist. I'm back to my books. To social networking (LOL). I feel good even with no money. I LOVE TODAY.

Bumblebee

I can't believe I'm going through life without Bumblebee. It has been SO hard without a proper PC.

I think Imma reread The Godfather by Mario Puzo for there are times when I forget. I must not.

C just came in. Tralalala. Happy Valentine's. :|

It's that time of the year when the campus smells like freshly cut grass and you're suddenly nostalgic of a place you're not even sure you've ever been to. Love is in the FAIR. :)

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