This might be my last chance So maybe I should take it I just hope you're listening To everything I'm saying I miss the long drives, the car rides The bad fights, the good times The way you make me feel Will never leave my mind Think of you later in my empty room Where I, I will fall asleep alone Think of you later in my empty room Where I, I will fall asleep alone
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Written on: Thursday, July 27, 2006 Time: 10:46 AM
why am i even doing that in the first place? why must i know so much. i don't want to know all these shit. it kind of pressurising to be in this situation. maybe not, maybe cos i'm the one giving myself the pressure. now it's not only the 2 of them, more and more people are saying the same thing.
i hate myself for not giving up. i told myself i have to learn how to give up certain things. maybe it's just not meant to be for me. i should have learnt how to appreciate the past. now when things go the reverse way, i know it's alrd too late. too late to regret. you might not know how im feeling. or rather, i guess you will never know how im feeling. you won't think that im talking about you but yah, it's you.
it's painful to be pretending. i shouldn't even have pretended that i cared in the first place. should i just give in? let -- care for you and i'll just go away and disappear from your sight. the akwardness and hatred; the thoughts and feelings in my heart. at one point of time i really hate you, and then i don't. for some reason, i don't know why i'm behaving like this.
maybe i should just learn to forgive and forget...
Written on: Thursday, July 27, 2006 Time: 10:46 AM
why am i even doing that in the first place? why must i know so much. i don't want to know all these shit. it kind of pressurising to be in this situation. maybe not, maybe cos i'm the one giving myself the pressure. now it's not only the 2 of them, more and more people are saying the same thing.
i hate myself for not giving up. i told myself i have to learn how to give up certain things. maybe it's just not meant to be for me. i should have learnt how to appreciate the past. now when things go the reverse way, i know it's alrd too late. too late to regret. you might not know how im feeling. or rather, i guess you will never know how im feeling. you won't think that im talking about you but yah, it's you.
it's painful to be pretending. i shouldn't even have pretended that i cared in the first place. should i just give in? let -- care for you and i'll just go away and disappear from your sight. the akwardness and hatred; the thoughts and feelings in my heart. at one point of time i really hate you, and then i don't. for some reason, i don't know why i'm behaving like this.
maybe i should just learn to forgive and forget...
