Love is passion, obsession, someone you can’t live without. If you don’t start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say, find someone you can love like crazy and who’ll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I’m not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you’ll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense in living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love- well, you haven’t lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived.
I am irked and half-light headed..and for some reason you got me twisted, and I feel so fucking occupied. Here's a little secret, I am living in a lie. (This is a lie itself)
Sometimes the old trick of feigning your own feelings (empathy alert) can lead to a chain of unfortunate events. Exhibit A, me. I've been putting up a fake mask in front of him and now I've grown used to it. In fact that mask seems to be my actual face now. Whether I am happy or not, that I ain't sure. But after all that feeling is bound to cause pain and hatred, sadness and guilt is just another way of celebrating what I am doing right now.
I really am not sure what feelings I have in store for you right now. In might not be steady , but eventually you will be the one to nurture it and let it bloom in me. I'm seeing great changes in both of us as one. Maybe ! at the back of mind I know that it wasn't because of my own will power that made me fall for you, it was because the love that you gave. I find it unruly to just let it go. I'm facing the hard fact that I'm loving the love that you're giving me, more than me loving for who you are.
So that's why I need to put a stop for all this. To you, I may be the girl you love, but to me, I am just infatuated by your affection. But little do you know that I never wish this to last, no matter how much I've grown fond on you. No matter how strong my feelings might get for you. Because deep down, I'm suffering. Suffering from the fact that whatever I'm doing to you is unfair. Suffering because I will never be able to love you like how you love me. Suffering because I can't stand it. Heck I love you, but a goodbye is still a must.
[RE-FREAKING TYPED]
I never blog on request...well maybe there's always an exception.
I am on a quest to find out the exact shape of my eyeballs...mesmerizing I know. I stared..and I see nothing except, them ho' eyebags. Bags and bags of it. Oh the great life. (pipe down when you read this boy!)
I've been maddeningly heated up this whole week, and dude my goddamn brain seems to be working tirelessly and yet I still feel..unproductive.
What the hell was that babble for?
Goddamnit! I am stoked..again. Thank you. Wait no. I hate you for that. I hate this feeling. I hate the light-headed feeling. Well mostly I hate the fact that I am loving it. I feel euphoric when I'm sad.
I am loving these moments that suffer me a great deal of pain.