Anghel En La Tierra
Basically, i hate you. I know this is the worst platform for me to say this but I do. I really hate you. It’s not right and it takes a toll on me to carry such hatred that weighs me down like this everyday but you don’t want to do anything to fix it so let’s pretend I don’t every single fucking day.
I never hated anyone this long. I can hate someone for a minute but forgive them the next but this is becoming too much. I hate how you are abandoning me. I hate that you turned into a stranger that I don’t know. I hate you. I so much do that I can’t think straight right now and can’t type properly. Every little thing triggers this hate and it’s not healthy but you made it this way. You’re the last person I will ever hate like this before but just like that everything CHANGED.
I believe i still haven’t posted this here :)
It was great to finally see someone whom you virtually talk to almost everyday and I hope it will also be possible to meet my other RP friends. That would be living the dream!
After a year, he did it once again: caught me by suprise.
This is the first bouquet I’ve received from a person I truly love and care about so the happiness that I feel right now is indescribable. :)
I love him so much that sometimes I wish I don’t. <3
I really don’t like wearing red lipstick but i “borrowed” jam’s when she was still asleep since i look so bland wearing an all black dress for work this morning. :D it matched my nails but then again it’s not seen here :D
I grew up in a family of 7 people. I have four older brothers when I was growing up and I was exposed to meeting up their girlfriends all the time since I was old enough to understand.
At first, I grew attached to those girls wanting to bond with them since the only female person I seem to always spend time with is my mom. Overtime, I learned that I can’t do that because sooner or later my brothers will break up with them. After that, I went to school, everytime I had a close friend, I always treat her like a sister. My first girl bestfriend was Princess. She was really different back then and she didn’t appreciate me that much, so we drifted apart. After some years we got back together and our friendship was stronger than ever because we both matured. I met alot other friends after that but the people I considered my bestfriends but there are only a handful that I will consider as sisters from another mother.
There’s a difference when you fight with your bestfriend and when you do with your sister. Often times the people I treat as my sister is the same age, but this time I met someone younger and it felt good being an older sister for a change. I have to be a role model of some sort but it really is an honor. I wish I was born with a sister (or at least my older sister didn’t die during child birth) so I really can be able to experience it. But right now, at this moment, I’m just really happy being a sort of older sister to a certain person and I love you and I will always be there for you even though you live in the mountains. :)
For the sisters that I have met through the years, especially to my twin, e1, i love you so much and we need to spend more time together. For my other bestfriends who has a sister you are lucky people and I wish you’d be able to appreciate that more. :)
No difference. Nothing at all.
Same old, same old. Nothing new.
Just ordinary something.
I am sleepy. Yes. That’s all I can write right now. So, Christmas is just around the corner and I needed to freaking get my life back together not that it’s not in order. Oh my f, i suck at writing vaguely now. This is a catastrophe. I need an emergency button. Bye.
Ok no, i was joking and only my sick humor can understand that. I am just lost at the moment. I don’t want to face reality and I know it’s bad. I have always been mature and I am just so tired. Physically, mentally and emotionally, that’s why I’ve been hiding for weeks.
It’s wrong, but then again, I want to stay in this make-believe world for now. Reality sucks way too much and it will kill me soon enough.
Another work week is done! Finally!
Looking forward to a weekend away from my laptop (oops i have a single article backlog. Will devote an hour for that on Sunday night, for now, I’ll enjoy the concept of weekend.)
Hopefully, by Sunday the boyfriend is fully recovered and ecstatic to accompany me to watch Crazy Stupid Love and stuff ourselves with chicken wings. (Gahd, I hate his 1-week sickness routine)
This week flew so fast. :) I’m happy and writing literary is still a some sort of therapy.
Meanwhile, i’m off to have some froyo! :)
