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Saturday, May 22, 2010

dreams

Something I have always wished for.

Looking back into something that never existed seems kinda pathetic, and a lot of people also say that "look forward and not backwards." But I can't really help it.

Now is not the time to be thinking of stuffs like this. Exam periods are important for a reason. I should really put my mind into studying and not about unimportant things (in this context) like how badly structured my social life is. That's really unimportant now, isn't it? D:

Sometimes I wish that I haven't met you.

Sometimes I wish I was nicer to you in the beginning, so you'd talk to me more often.

Sometimes I wish you'd like me just a weeeeee bit more. :P

But yeah, wishing for things like this is kinda impractical and whiny. Therefore, I'll stop complaining and start doing something. Maybe something pessimistic like, "Make myself hate you more so I won't have feelings for you anymore." Sounds like a great plan to me. :)

Anyways, I wrote something during Physics a few weeks back. I was feeling a bit down that day, cause I had a dream about someone and I really felt sick in the stomach. I mean, I'm already dying cause I can't tell that someone how I feel, then I have to dream about that person summore. Damn giler babi mean one my own subconscious.

Bah, but it's alright. I've already let the person read this. So I guess it'd be fine if I put it up here and let the emoness seep out. :P


Dreams

You were in my dreams last night. It got more vague as I became more aware that it was a dream.

I remember that I was feeling sleepy. We were in my living room, you sitting on the single seat sofa. My head laid softly across your thighs and you gently stroked my hair as I fall more and more asleep.

It felt good. I've been having these weird dreams as I fall into restless sleep every night. It does me no harm, but all I feel when I wake is that empty void that I want your warmth to fill in.

I don't think you'll understand how I feel, cause I myself don't know what I feel. I don't know what I want from you. It's disgustingly horrid to even think about it logically. Is this what they meant when people say, "Life is not all about looking for someone to love?"

Yeah. Kudos to me, aye? :)


Time to sleep nao. D:

cheerioseets, arty.

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