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Weak, yes I'am.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009

huwaw. it's been 3 months since my last post.
"OO NA! AKO NA ANG TAMAD!"
but as much as possible, ill be in touch. i miss this though.

BLA. BLA. BLA.

I just dont know how to keep this blog working.
I just dont know where to put my thoughts.
I just dont know what words to put.

I dont even know if im HAPPY right now.
I mean, I HAVE HIM but why am i like this?
I feel unappreciated, useless. I feel like everything i do is not enough for him.
Everything I do, whether it's big or small, it's still not appreciated.

unending fights, arguments and misunderstandings that makes me so weak.
one night we're fighting, the next day we're sweet.
SORRY -- One word that I can't take. Whenever you say it infront of me, i always become weak. I suddenly forget all the things that happened.

Even the worst words that you said infront of me, whether you're drunk or not, whether you're serious or not are suddenly forgotten because of that one word.

SEE. Im weak, and I guess I love you this much.
"People are not getting tired of loving, but people can get tired of being patient and understanding" -- I hope one day, he'll understand every little thing that I did for him. Every love that i gave.

All i want is to be love, the way i love him.