So I offer myself and I'll just give until there's nothing else.
Deleted my blog posts from the old blog. These memories have to go away anyway. Fairytales were never meant to last. The old days, fun but they're long over.

It's funny how we used to be so close and now we're just miles apart. Maybe it wasn't even that strong in the first place, that's why this friendship buckled so easily under all the lies.

Being emotional 2 years ago is entirely different from what it is now. It wasn't even emotional then, but now?

It's another side of me, I'm acting out.

At the end of the day, it's always the same few people that I can confide in, how I feel about certain things. Sometimes, I don't know if you (Supposedly brother) even understand, you tell me you've never seen anyone like me before but then again, I don't even know whatever I'm feeling is what I truly feel.

All these while, I've always thought I was getting better, just doesn't seem so does it? Everything came crashing down again. I can't read your thoughts, I don't know why you're messing with my head, maybe I haven't had enough of this. Maybe I'm addicted to this.

I wish I could press the button that says,"I don't need you".
Is it time to delete you?

For why I held so long, all these while, I've lived through your attention.

I'm trying not to think about you, can't you just let me be?
I cannot wake up in the morning without you on my mind.
Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?


It's just so pathetic.

'Cause how much, is too much, to give you?
Well I may never know so I'll just give until there's nothing else.


I shouldn't even be on the computer. Mars Bar didn't even help make me feel better.

Physics time. No time to be emotional. It's September for nuts.

Finished the Harry Potter series in 1 half months. I think it's fast considering the fact I'm a slow reader and I kept dozing off during the last fighting scene before Voldemort dies (How exciting). I think Snape sounds really cute when he was like peeping at Lily from afar.