The Lovesong Writer

Sometimes we disillusion ourselves from what we really want and what we really need. Sometimes, what we really want is really the opposite of what we really need. I used to think that I knew what I needed, and yet now I don't. I wished this never happened. It would have been so much easier. I turned a blind eye towards this raging problem for so long, it became a menace instead. I somehow wish I could turn back the clock to prevent this from happening. But we know better than that. And regrets become opportunities in disguise.

STOOPID. I spent the entire night crying over I Not Stupid Too): such a sad movie. TSK. And it wasn't those sorry sniffles either, it was a chorus of unrestrained sobs. Somehow I couldn't hold myself. I thought it was silly when I first heard that practically everybody was crying after the movie but now I see why. You just can't help it. It's an emotion we must not deny ourselves. Then you called and made me cry more): with your sad sad news. I never thought it possible, but YES. I've grown to love you too. And I find myself childish and pettish again. You're right. And I was wrong. But you aren't always right. I hope this newfound respect keeps. Or I don't think I'll be able to make it through the end of the year with you. I'll just go ballastic. You're all coming back tomorrow. And I'm glad. It was a shortwhile but I did miss you much.

confusion, befuddlement, and now we convalesce.

11:05 pm;
Still waiting for you-