Never give someone an ultimatum if you’re not willing to walk out.
Everybody needs a place to escape to and whatever, wherever and whoever it is, let it be a safe haven.
And to think that I’d be okay after all this time. Man, who am I kidding? Sometimes I wish you were still here…to encourage me with your words and push me along the way…to talk to me about medicine, conspiracies and how you want to travel to 3rd world countries to serve the undeserved.
I miss you, your voice, your laughter, your comfort, and most importantly, your annoying but super positive outlook in life. I suppose you were my safe haven.
Life is getting kind of crazy as I approach the end of the quarter but I hope you’re doing well.
There are so many things that I’m worried about…or that I should be worried about.
Please let me be at your mercy.
Annoying people and short temper people do not go well together. So if you’re annoying, there’s a good possibility that I already hate you by default.
Sad but true.
It’s hard to bond with those who make things complicated. If anything, I really hate people who claim I don’t understand them when they’re not even trying to make me understand anything. And if I don’t understand anything, it’s okay. It’s not the end of the world yet. It simply means that you need to approach me in a different way.
Being blunt can get me into a lot of trouble. But you know what, if being blunt is what it takes to keep some people in their place, I’d gladly do it again.
I have so much to say to you but it’s a shame that I’m no where close to your list of priorities.
Thanks I guess, for giving me this opportunity to bond with Tang in your absence. Wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Now, how do I put these feelings into words?
At first it was nothing. Then after a while, for the first time in what seems to be like forever, I can actually say that I feel like crying. Those 149 words you wrote to me stung my heart. I don’t know if it’s because I’m mad, sad, happy or confused but I can say that it’s a little of everything.
I am angry in a way. You always choose to tell me things when they no longer mean anything, especially when I made it clear to you that if you don’t say anything now, you’re not entitle to tell me anything later on. I’m hurt in a way…because all those times that we’ve spent talking, you probably felt uneasy. And to think that I always thought about you, trying to avoid anything that can possibly ruin our moment, what about me? And really, I’m not that stupid. I can tell when you’re lying to me. Your tone of voice says everything. I’m sad in way. I literally feel like I’ve been used. You come and go whenever you please. I’m confused in a way. I don’t understand why you’re doing this now. I mean, I just don’t get it. And honestly, I think you’re confused yourself. Then again, I guess I can say that I’m a bit happy…in a small way…that you have enough balls to tell me all this whether it’s the truth or just some bullshit that you made up along the way.
True enough I wanted to bitch at you because you broke two of my ground rules: 1) if you don’t tell me how you feel now, never mention it to me and 2) no messaging or whatever until who knows when. You really do like to defy me don’t you? But you know, I won’t let you get the best out of me. There’s no need for me to get all emotional over something little like this. It shouldn’t mean a thing.
I’m assuming this message is your final words. I hope you’re satisfied that you’re able to tell me this.
And seriously, you can’t be telling a person that you think the love is still lingering. You can’t be telling a person that the feeling is like being friends but with a stronger bond that surpasses other relationships. And yes, you should be sorry, if you are at all, for spilling all this out. But thank you, for “loving” me and then “hating” me and then thinking that you still “love” me because the old feelings still linger around. With all honesty, you’re a silly boy. I hope you think about her before writing such a ridiculous message to anyone, especially to me.
Truth is, I don’t want you to be that kind of a man. I don’t want you to message me or anybody else about how you feel, yet at the same time you’re interested in a particular person. And really, I thought we’ve come to a conclusion about this. But I guess even now we haven’t completely surrender ourselves. Seriously though, I don’t want to be your plan B.
When God removes one person from your life, he adds another.
They don’t have the best of everything, they make the best of everything.
Why, Xanga, why!? Everything is sooo confusing. Now you’re lame like myspace.