Friday, January 26, 2007
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a wonderful fairytale goes like this,
i asked you, " am i a victim or the fortunate if i'm your girlfriend?"
you answered, " it depends if i'm your suitor or your beau."
i replied, "what's the difference? if i'm your girlfriend, will i be the fortunate? or the other way round?"
you said, " perhaps both,"
im puzzled, and acted like a spoilt child, i requested, " why can't i just be the fortunate?"
you amaze me, u said, " fortunate is because i'd give u everything i could, victim is because u would be bombarded with unlimited love and care as my girlfriend."
give me a fairytale.
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i was traumatized. to my shock i realised there's a cat on top of my piano !! before i was goinG to leave my house for school, the cat practically stared at my with it's bloody cold stare. the thought of it gives me the chills. ran into mummy's room and screamed for help. mummy shoo-ed away the cat, and it ran away with hitting upon a piano key, " DANG!?!!" ....... i shivered. i am timid. I CRIED.
only one thought came into my mind -- wish he was here. AND I CRIED MORE.
i never wanted to be a cry baby. but it's the only thing i could do when i'm helpless and in fear. i fear alot of things, and i couldn't ecpect daddy to be always there for me. someone else has to take up the job. it would be tiring. but i hope u would take on the responsibility nonetheless. I KNOW U ARE TIRED ALREADY. I WOULD UNDERSTAND. i never wanted to be a difficult person. but it runs in my blood. JUST TAKE IT AS WHAT I AM WILL YOU?!?!?
his words hit on me real hard. yes, he is right, your best friend is right, i'm holding too tight on you. i'm afraid to let you go but and the same time, in the process of doing so, it backfires, and u're more distant than ever. my bad.
stomach flu is acting up again, persistent diahrroea in school is affecting my state of mind. i hate to admit it, but i'm weak. someone save me from vulnerability.
maybe someone just did.
maybe my fairytale has always been there but i did not receive. i'm sorry, crocodile boy.
Labels: down on luck
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