she :one day we shall talk it out but please understand that we couldn't prolong this for a very long time. we both have to prioritize our studies. we would have to improve on the way we communicate with each other rather than assuming that i always pick on you just because i do not see you as my "perfect one". we both have to learn to respect each other's needs of our requirements of each other. and we change each other for the better. we sacrifice for each other. we do not change because you want us to. we change because we love our partners so we do something to gratify people. and it is in the process in making those changes in you that you learn the extent that person has exerted their influence on you. and you'll know how much you're willing to sacrifice for em'.
he:i'm sorry.
she: saying sorry does naught. i expected gestures and some practical reaction rather than a mere apology which proves nothing of your sincerity in repenting and expressing nothing of your guilt you should be feeling.
he:*silence*
she:"forget about it" she says to herself. " it's painful to be hurt by someone i love, but it's more painful to see him being hurt by me."
she happily accepted his fckin attitude toward handling relationships. he just took everything for granted and continued hurting her without realising it, or maybe he was just trying to pretend to be ignorant.whatever the case is, she lived on the belief that "as long as he's happy, i'm more than willing to keep him this way."
{ go to hell } 4:30 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