Another Love Crap

I can't even picture myself crying in the comfort rooms, on the "Touch my Booth", but I did. We did, me and Dhary cried inside the green curtains inveigled around us. Our tears flooding in our cheeks. It was my first time to cry with my girl friend. It helped a lot. We were both crying a over a thing, a matter, a matter that was once the reason of our delight... But now, we weep over it. It hurts a lot. This is like my first time to cry over somebody...not dead. I mean somebody alive and pacing and talking and staring.




Okay. That picture totally explains a lot about our mourning. I'll get over this. But according to Sheryl Crow "fist cut is the deepest". Well, for now, this statement kinda applies to this situation and letting go will take time and hard work and tons of heartbreak but it would hurt more if I must continue my fairytale. I was so stupid, should have known.

People kind of wonder and keeps on asking about our crying thing. The truth is we are not actually intending to keep it as a secret... the truth is we are actually embarrassed to tell everyone that we are crying over a pathetic reason. We are embarrassed because we are the type of girls who are tough or boyish... we don't want people seeing us as vulnerable and delicate little pink flowers. Oh crap. We actually cried!

And due to that this day, is the worst day ever. Perhaps not ever, but what I feel now keeps on breaking me. Darn. I never knew love could hurt like this. And I never knew I was already in love. Darn. I was so stupid... never seen it coming. The worst thing is everyday is like being close to someone even you know you'll never be really close to. It started with a crush and ends up crushing me...

Dhary has turned into an emo, well not exactly emo but a word closer to that, we just hate the word emo. She wore black eyeliner and mascara, black shirt and black nails. Me, I'm actually staring at my fingers typing at this very moment so black like I'm a witch. It's kinda punky but wearing black polish is not my type. Eh! It's so scary and not pleasing to look at.

Tomorrow is like the finale day. The climax of the SSC Week. I promise that tonight, I will not listen to mellow songs, just for tonight, so not to provoke a teardrop, and I have to memorize the Faustus thing. I know, it's tomorrow. I hate being a procrastinator, but can't help being one.

I am tired of being so poetic... you know like being inspired... it killed me. It's crappy, I was really into him... hmm.. Well, I'm letting go and the truth will set everyone free. Darn. I feel like crying now.

This unlikely feeling...is just too much, it took a toll on me.