And you thought listening to sentimental songs and looking at old chat logs' self destructive. There's something more. Something deeper and darker. We all go through phases in life.
She sat waiting for that call on Christmas Eve. But it never came. She rummaged through her stuff and found something familiar. It has been quite some time since she's last done it. She hesitated and contemplated for a better solution. She thought of how others would see her. Maybe they wouldn't care.
The next day, the call came. She left home in a top with a gaping neckline and long sleeves, to cover those arms.
but love.
it's hard to accept the end when you're too close to what you've been looking for.
we're tired. we're scared.
We deny that we're tired, we deny that we're scared, we deny how badly we want to succeed. And most importantly, we deny that we're in denial. We only see what we want to see and believe what we want to believe, and it works. We lie to ourselves so much that after a while the lies start to seem like the truth. We deny so much that we can't recognize the truth right in front of our faces.
the past few days' been great. i spent time shopping and Sun baking with my mum. we had fruit cake, banana cake and my butter cake. and most of all, they all taste delicious.
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