Saturday, March 8, 2008
I hate decieving myself and finding out that my all my predictions becomes a reality...
Why does it have to happen time and again...that i was lifted up so high but before i knew
it all came crashing down...why must i always find the nightmare that haunts my dream..
i hate the feeling of crying myself to sleep and trying to discern what is a dream and what
is real...i felt so strangled and alone in the dark...i tried to lie to myself that none of these
things will happen but it just came as a blow...guess it was wishful thinking on my part..
i hate that the times just keep replaying in my head...but thanks for all the memories..
i appreciated everything you did...really hope that you will find all the happiness that
you can ever get...i hate the idea that i hanged on to the impossible...hate it..
3:41 AM