do I really deserve this????
I was used on being abused as a friend but no one has ever fooled me this much!
well, yeah, it’s partly my fault…
it just doesn’t seem right. nothing ever seemed right about this hurt one person is causing me…
reality: black is really black, nothing’s in between, nothing’s half baked. If your meant to get this, you GET it FULL!!!
reality: MEN, MEN, MEN….TSK TSK TSK….
u cannot teach a guy to love you the way you wanted to be loved…………
sad…but true
kinda think about it
you just have to wait for the exact time……
ok….but when?
WHEN EVERY INCH OF YOUR BEING IS DYING BECAUSE YOU ARE TIRED OF GETTING TIRED?
I met this friend….for the first time…..and he seemed to be the one you can ever dream of….
HaNg UPS….
It’s just lately that I’ve decided not to keep my hopes up..and now I’m hoping….
Yeah, i am stupid…
Seriously, i like it this way, no ties, no expectations, no caution.
I am sure it is not me to level up the friendship this time, I’ve done that before and I failed. I’m waiting for the exact time…,that is, when he makes the next move.
I haven’t seen the sign…yet…:_>
life is good in itself, although some aspects of this so called journey, sucked, just like my romantic life.
I have been in trouble because of impulse…and so…I acted the next steps with caution.
One moment, I made this calculated step, the next minute, I fell again.
i think,the reason that i missed again is that,I was too cautious with my actions, that i didn’t notice that, He was not. whatever it is, I still missed, I fell.
No promises for now….
No hopes up…
I’m living life not for anyone but for my God. I know, it will get settled in His time.
alright, alright I got it,i’ve studied for more than half of my age. 
speaking engagement is just a task, (and so I thought) but when you are in front of an expectant crowd which was eager to hear how you DID it, you’d decide not to say anything stupid….
it was a fine afternoon, the "Doc" was invited to be a guest speaker of her alumni.
the introduction of the guest speaker was done…It was more than enough that the speaker felt undeserving, but somehow, it gave her the nerve to come up the stairs confident and convincing.
the end point is: I realized that I inspired my spectators with my half-true sense of happiness that I’m in right now.Nevertheless, I intend on succeeding more and more each day on perfecting that happiness. AJA!!!
God knows it’s not easy…can’t I deserve some fresh start?
Bitter…Well that’s me.
And it is not just some form of gustatory sensation…
It is the whole essence of being "it".
Does anyone else like leftovers more than I do?
Or am I just as sick that I cannot help but accept someone else’s "excess" possession?
When will nature stop pushing me to the edge? I’m nearly falling over my addiction.
Addiction to something called "love".
Or to something far more encompassing than that word?
When will that time come, I have no way of knowing…
All I know is:
Leftovers are no better than
nothing at all….
