love is picking on me tonight.
i just felt that this is one of those days that you feel that eveything around you was created to destroy you. yes, this day was--IS one of them.
fireworks for bianca gonzales on her 23rd birthday, given by her special someone. that was murder. bianca once told the world that she was actually incomparable with his special someone's ex-girlfriend.. that she felt that she cannot replace that person. she was crying when she was saying this.. and i hated myself for comparing everything with my own life. i tend to ask questions, questions that nobody dares to attend to. i just hate the feeling that i can't take of the feeling of feeling taken for granted. redundant as it may seem but my feelings have gone redundant already. spinning in endless circles of undefined oblivion. eveything. questions like,
ah. never mind. people get tired of my sick love forlorn.
how come i never get tired of it and never really had the chance to stand up and leave...
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sana tulad din ako ni lulu. kaya ko rin magsimula sa isang puting canvass. kalilimutan ka.
pero ako, unti-unti. para hindi masyado masakit. pero kung mali ang strategy ko handa akong turuan saril ko na kalimutan ka kaagad. kahit hindi pa dapat... pero alam kong dun din ang punta nun..
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