23rd January 2011
I woke up this morning with the continuation of yesterday’s cramps. The luxury of staying in bed gave me some time to think (and to blog as well).
I have wasted enough time getting caught in this ambiguity of you. When you just turned 20, I found out I like you. I’ve promised myself to put an end to this by the time you turn 22. You’re not somebody worth waiting for. Because all you’ve done is to lead my mind on.
when I sat on the bench shivering with pain, you should have been around. Not that I expected you to do anything more, I’ve never did, but that moment made me realize I can never count on you to be around, for anything. Not my moments of joy and triumph, not those times of sadness, anguish, sickness and pain. You’re basically a dream-weaver in front of your loom weaving my (and probably other girls’) illusions of happiness for leisure of your own.
