I let myself believe this was possible.
That it was,in fact,already happening.
But I'm not going to fret over the stupidity of believing.
Wouldn't that just be a waste of psychic energy?
Another excuse to engage in an endless cycle of negativity?
Experts in the field of human behaviour,
would agree that my will to believe was not a sign of stupidity.
Experts would agree that my will to believe was a sure sign of INSANITY.
...&It was that wretched,misguiding,leechlike parasite called hope.
i've been reading my blog posts for the past few months,startin from june.
it reminds of alot of happy pasts..yet sad.
everything rushed back to me,with each word.
i remember,everything.
the smiles.the joy.the laughter.yet..the pain.the tears.the wishes and hopes.most importantly..the love we had once,so deep.
i thought that you were the only one for me when i'd fallen,for no one else,but YOU,the best best friend i ever had,the guy who helped out in every single thing.i thought,the happiness was long lasting.it would go on and on..we would never have to seperate.but...thanks to my fickle minded heart,i broke every single connection we ever had.even if we did revive it later on,it still lost.not once.1.2.3.four times actually.now thinking it through,i really didnt cherish you.you were the best friend/boyfriend anyone could EVER hope for.every single thing yu did was for me.you thought everything well for me.you helped me in times when i was at my weakest times.you never gave up on me like everyone else did.you believed in me no matter what people say.& im sorry.520..july 23.
maybe next life ;
&I thought...Nevermind.