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Wednesday, November 26, 2008



It's different when Im with her.

it's so confusing cause i don't know who's right or wrong, are you right or wrong? i don't know how everyone can care for just themselves. From all they're losing , they'll never know what's right or wrong, and i'm right, not wrong. But I'm not saying I'm the greatest thing beneath the sun, I only say things so you won't make the same mistakes, i'll do what it takes. Sweet temptations die for a good time, and you wonder why. Swinging yourself on by in my mind, I wish that I Could see how you are now and it's a sad life, watching everybody live it wrong. It's so pathetic on why hell it has to be the way we are. But you don't need this, everyone is telling you something else. It's so confusing, you never know what's right or wrong, but I'm right - not wrong. So turn it up, give it all you want, remember things that you forgot, now throw them away live or die, the sun will rise, the ocean tide will save it all for another day.

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WRITE NO ERASE MODE. I'll type what's on my mind. No erase. Game.

I dont know why am i feeling like this. The feeling of being nervous when you're around. The smile wont get off of my face when you're passing thru me, what is this? Is it the unconditional feeling that everybody's feeling? Oh my, the feeling that Im SOOOO scared to face. I dont know, am i feeling it right?

Days have passed but you still occupy my mind. How is it that i like you this much when the time we've spent together never equate the feelings i have for you? is it the way you make me laugh? or the way you look at me with those strange eyes that really make lost in space? Tell me, is this part of your jokes that turned to serious matter? Oh, please.

Where have you been? You've been lost for a couple of days but still Im thinking of you. Im blaming the person who seats next to you because maybe he's the one who took our communication away. Oops, Just kidding, i just cant believe Im writing like this right now.

Why am i writing right now? What comes out of my mind i write it down without any doubts. Shit, this is nonsense. I dont know, Am i inlove?

Finally, i said the word. "Inlove" I've never heard this since someone broke my heart. Yeah, that 1 month and 2 weeks slump as what he said really made me believed about estrellas and promises. Those stars, roadtrips and everything, everyting that reminded me of us but hey that event was done and in the process of putting in my recycle bin but not to re-use it, but to permantly erase.

Love? Is this love? or some silly old occasional infatuation. I dont know, it's weird that its been a week since i started thinking of him, sad to say Im still stuck with him.

Who's this guy? I dont know. I just met him months ago, but why is he bugging me so much? Geeeeesh, what's with him? Is it the way he smiles? The way he looks? or the way he makes me smile eventhough he's just passing by the hall? argh.

OHMY? Is this, ugh. the thing that Im avoiding. what is it? hmmm. the occasional unconditional feeling? the thing that people like to recieve from someone.

ugh, is this.. LOVE? : god, i cant believe i just wrote this blog. shoot.