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Friday, September 12, 2008
Random Random thoughts.

Abstraction is beautiful when people come up with their own interpretation re whatever it is they're interpreting. So there. Bahala na...

For some stupid reason, i'm in a very low point right now. I knew this was going to come. I actually saw it coming. I knew all along. It was/is happening right in front of me. But I just didn't mind. Again. I just didn't mind.

My fault. I know.

I was stupid for a while. Swept away by you. And now i feel, like a fool.

Why? Because I was too selfish. I was too in love with myself. I was too pre-occupied with my own happiness. It has always been a me-world.

Who wouldn't be? I was enjoying every piece of it. I was having so much fun. I fooled myself into believing that there really was something there. I held on to what other people made me believe.

It's called Karma, babe. And it goes around.

I had my own set of theories. I knew, at the back of my mind, that I was right. And they weren't.

But what they wanted me to believe... No, what they wanted me to see, which i chose to believe, was something very beautiful- it's too tempting to resist.

Then again, i had my own set of strong theories. Something I've been pushing myself to believe but just couldn't find enough guts to. It was a very tough decision. I tried to fight it. Honest. I did. I tried. But to no avail. I couldn't fight it. It was a difficult battle. I surrendered. I gave in. I became happy.

Not for long...

I am a coward. I am a selfish coward who'd rather indulge in her fantasies and be hurt in the long run than soak herself in reality.

I don't like realities. Realities hurt.

I could drown if i stay here...

I know. This is reality. And yeah, I am hurt.

Wake up, Princess. Your Fairy Tale's over.