// I write you read but don't expect much

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

I'm so tired, in all aspects.
I really am.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:58 PM |

Do you know?

Imu, badly.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 1:04 AM |
Thursday, October 11, 2012
In two lines or less.

I know that things happen for a reason;

But sometimes, I would be good if I know what the reason(s) are.

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Days ago, in particular on mid-autumn, I had wanted to blog.

I procrastinated; and today, I feel that I no longer want to talk about it.

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I told CN that I felt that I've changed to someone whom no longer cares.

CN said that the only reason I feel less is because the process is a repeated one.

Nonetheless, still as foolish as before.

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It has been so long, too long, that I have forgotten how does it feel to be happy.

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Is it that difficult to be a person whom thinks with his head, and not his heart?

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Is it by choice that I choose to remain in that abyss?

To pass each day with that melancholic feeling?

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These days, I find myself tearing up easily, uncontrollably.

One day, I'll be killed by my memories.

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Your charm, undeniable.

How else would it be that I still find myself overlooking your flaws.

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Things/People that we can't get are often the things/people that we crave for.

Why do we like to make our own life so complicated?

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I often finding myself asking the same question.

When?

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One day, your name may become unfamiliar.

But the heart will still remember.

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I'm done bluffing myself.

Just too tired.

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This melancholic feeling has seemingly become the de facto feeling.

When can I really be, the boy with the dead heart?

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 12:54 AM |
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Long pauses. No reply.

Months ago, in a desperate attempt to pull myself from that abyss, I would, on a daily basis, tell CN the thing(s) that I'm grateful for and vice-versa. Perhaps we were busy, or that there weren't much to be grateful for apart from the mundane, this practice eventually died.

Today, amidst our texting, CN suddenly asked me about what I was thankful for.

Long pauses. No reply.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 12:38 AM |