Saturday, January 31, 2009

fight

So we got back together, and her flight is in a couple of hours. I wish she could just appear in front of me. I miss her like crazy.

I kinda got into a real fight with my mom today. Over what? Over this whole, online friends coming for a visit. Sigh. If this is a taste of what things will be like in the far future, I shudder in fear.

I stood up for her, for us, because I believe. And I will stand up for her, time after time. Perhaps, mom will start suspecting something, but I don't really care. I have an urge to just tell her, that Tasha's my girl.

I don't know. I don't know how long I can take it, before I blurt out the truth.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

shattered

We broke up. Sad to say, but yes, my true love cheated on me, and I ended up with a broken heart.

I'm sorry, for not listening to all your advice. But this is something I had to go through, to see for myself.

I'm sorry too, I hurt this bad. But. I was happy during those days. And nothing you can say, will change my mind. At least, I was happy.

So please. Don't criticize her in front of me. Don't talk bad about her. Just let her be. Let my heart heal at its own pace. Bring me out to drink.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

=(

I have no idea what's wrong with me. Correction. YOU have no idea what this is doing to me. I am cranky, irritable, and short tempered. I snap at everybody and everything. I am pissed off at every little single thing. I wonder, are u feeling the same way? I wonder, can you sleep well at night?

There are so many questions I want to ask you: Are you alright? How was your day? Did the boy give you much trouble? Do you hurt anywhere? Do you miss me? What are you doing? There are so many things I want to tell you: I went out with my cousins the other day. I miss you terribly. I cant sleep without you. Lessons were dull. My heart is throbbing.

I know why your phone bill is still unsettled. I wish, you could do it soon. I dont know, how long I can go without getting any news from you. My days get a little longer, as my fuse gets a little shorter. I dont know, how I get through each day without talking to you. I dont know, if you miss me as badly as I miss you.

I miss you baby.... I miss you so very very much....