>>> things will never be the same again. If only..we could turn back time
before we walked along the roadside. it's already half a kilometre from where we started. our fingers interlocked. no whispering of sweet nothings (he's not romantic) but exchanged meaningful conversations. sends me home with a gentle goodnight kiss on the forehead happy.
after we walked along the roadside. he's getting irritated. he's tired. he no longer hold my hands. we're an arms length apart. i stopped talking for the fear that he'll get angry. he stops talking out of fatigue. my hands are freezing from the blowing of the frosty wind. i yearn for his warming hands to reach over for mine; take away the chill i'm feeling. but he didn't. he continued to ignore my very presence. i hate him this way. i protested in silence, i decided to keep quiet. he didn't sense that something is amiss. i refuse to bring up the problem. i went away in the bus. No goodnight kisses, no more conversations.no nothing. everything in the past reflected like a dream out of reach. out of my reach.
what is happening to us? a barricade between? out of nowhere? can't be. something must have happened i don't know what. it is causin me to lose my mind. it causes pain and suffering to the depths of my soul. i think i've got things i can't see eye-to-eye with. i don't know. i can't contain much anymore. i had to voice my anguish.
but somehow when i had to speak, nothing comes out.
{ go to hell } 3:02 AM
!about me
name:apple mei
wishlist birthday's on 21st oct..thanks people..*smirks*
l.MP3--at least 4gb and no CREATIVE please
2.a brand new wardrobe( packed with new clothes)
3.wait till i think of stuff
lastly, a stupid idiot 24 hours available for me...
i live in my lackadaisical world i call my own
but only to be tied down by shackles of education which obviously suck big time
living with complexities of life which cannot be revealed and told openly
living in self denial and drowned in my everyday lies
unhealthy living dead i call myself
i just want a simple life with a boyfriend
the desire for a simple want purely makes my life difficult to those who knows my secret
with that i rather live life a living dead.
i no longer reveal the zany side of me
maybe i lost it along the way
on my pilgrimage to maturity
i yearn for someone to open the door
one of where i came from
to find bliss once again
out in the open lawn