Kill kill kill

kill kill kill



this blog.





I've killed this blog, resurructed it, and now i'm killing it again. for good this time.



I thought this was my place to hide, to cry.



But it's a place where i've turned myself into something....i don't even know.



So here ends http://www.victorissonotyoula.blogspot.com/. 5th November 2008









pssstt....go to http://www.theworldaintemo.blogspot.com/ teehee

So i was blind, but a blind man still can feel too.

I've been fighting with the notion of picking up my cell and making a call.

But heck, i'd probably be left talking to the phone operator who would connect me to voicemail.

'Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently not available,at the term, please leave a message after the beep. *beep*'

No, i don't think i'll call. If i have to talk, it'll be face-to-face.

and this would be a great time to sing that song...

'when will i see you again?'

pain spelled backwards gives you regret.

still hurts la. Just wondering how much longer do i have to take this?

until things work out? or until i forget?

EDIT 10.59 pm.

If i hadn't fall for you,
we'd probably still be laughing together at lame jokes right?

If i hadn't fall for you,
i could probably still look at you with innocent eyes.

If i hadn't fall for you,
none of this would have happened right?

If i hadn't fall for you,
i wouldn't be here typing this, no?

I remember during that time i could only look at the back of you, walking away. Now, i only have pictures to look at. How much pathethic can i be?

I wonder what happened to all the promises and plans we made.

Oh well, technically we're all adults now. You go your way, i'll follow mine. It's not that i hate you or anything, but i guess it'll be better for me...and you.

though this might turn out to be quite a pain.....





if only i could give a proper farewell.....

Minced heart,mashed feelings. Wonderful recipe.

If you think falling asleep is hard, you should try waking up.

Kinda sucks to be me now. Well, maybe not. I don't know. I keep thinking about that day, with a lot of should-have-been scenarios running through my head. It's like giving yourself a mental kick in the brain, like, how stupid can i get? Dammit, the distance was so close, closer than usual. And i was fidgeting like a tit-mouse. Heck, i couldn't even squeek, let alone talk.

Ergh.

Fine fine, excuses. don't need to remind me.

I remembered, not too long ago, i told myself i wouldn't regret my decision. I chose to let it end this way.

Smirk, you bastards from above, i'm eating my words now.

Sigh, i can't concentrate, i can't study. What am i supposed to do now? This is worse than before. I need....to talk.

Emo queen ar emo queen, where are you when i need you most?

Oh well, at least some small joys:

1)officially Taylor-ian now. Screw CHS.
2) my bottom braces have been removed. =) god, nearly forgotten how it felt like without braces.

What have i done?

I opened my eyes. I closed them in an instance.

I don't want to wake up, i don't want to feel.

If it were any possible, i think this sense of loss is eating me inside-out.

So this is what it feels like to wake up with Regret on your mind.

Whatever happened to 'Good Morning'?