2:52 AM, Pussy.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
I feel weird.Months since I last shed a tear.
When I happen to randomly think of her, I don't get that feeling anymore.
I don't feel that pain I used to feel.
I don't cry anymore.
Hallelujah, I've gotten over it.
I thank god. (:
But I do feel it's a bit weird.
Because now when I think of all I said to her and all I did for her,
instead of howling the fuck out of my guts, crying the shit out of my eyes,
I CRINGE.
I can't believe myself either.
Like whatever I did in the past- it all almost seems so silly to me now.
I think I can't be too eager though.
I've gotta liquefy myself, and go with the flow instead of jumping at
every opportunity to prove that I have indeed carried on.
I don't need to do that.
I don't need to prove anything to anyone.
I don't need to prove anything to myself.
What I need to do right now though, is to not do relationships.
No relationships equals no drama plus no hassle plus no arguments
I don't need to do that.
I don't need to prove anything to anyone.
I don't need to prove anything to myself.
What I need to do right now though, is to not do relationships.
No relationships equals no drama plus no hassle plus no arguments
plus no "i check on you, you check on me" shit.
I think that'd do very very nicely.
I think that'd do very very nicely.
me: no, i don't want a girlfriend.
f. tang: boyfriend?
me: you really want me to fuck you isit?
so funny. imy fiona tang. :(
