You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill.
You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears.
Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and
it will come true.
damn okay, i hate the idea of having to "greet/start" before i post .
-First and foremost, i would like to apologies for screwing up during the Gymnastic's competition.
i know it was totally stupid, and fucking dumb of me to do so.
Secondly, i miss clubbing!
i miss my clubbing go-ers/partners! (when r we actually gonna hang out again?)=(
i miss the blaring musics , the jumping , and just moving to every beat without giving a shyt about anything, nothing, just for once.
To get away. To Get lost.
Ugh.
stagnant. monotonous. boring.
probably sums up the whole of this week, last week, and the weeeks before.
its the same thing/routine over and over again.
i need something , to spark up thy bleakish weeeks.
seriously.
Anyways i really need to start studying.
i've been slacking so much i feel like i'm falling off the train already.
i've got so many catching ups to do, so many many doubts to clear up.
but i'm not doing anything.
just letting it all pile up.
Sigh, sometimes i just wanna let it all go, give up studying.
cause right now i don't see the point of it.
my mind seemed so dead now, so drifted, so empty.
iwantstarbucksnow.
Anyways,
Cherie thanks for being by my side in school, most of the times.
haha, thanks for tolerating my odd-timing mood swings.
i know.
its sickening how we have our Tuesday's blues and Thursday's blues, because we ain't in the same recess.
Thanks for opening up to me about everything.
appreciate it.
OH and next time when u wanna text me a "thanksgiving speech",
tell me before hand ok cause i wouldn't know how to react to it.
(:
heebiejeebiesnakedCclalamaristillsuckbahamasfrenchfriesbyebye.
There is a boundary to men's passions when they act from feelings; but non ewhen they are under the influence of imagination.