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| Dear Celine: I guess as you get older, you realize what you want, what matters to you, and how you see life. You notice that people you thought would be there forever, just don't match up with your ideas. So you hold on to the beautiful memories, but find yourself slowly letting go. (via liplyric) | | |
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(Playlist: Breathe by Taylor Swift) 5 special people i really want to thank today - Miss Sie, Silyn, Ethel, Sarah, and Ariel. Miss Sie for being my friend when i needed one, silyn ethel and sarah for taking me out and making me smile, and ariel for always helping me out. Choir mates, and close friends too. As i was talking to Miss Sie today, i literally crashed and she held me up and said "you can't be like this. 3CO is relying on you and how would they feel if they saw you like this." (something along that line) For that moment i wanted to tell her how much she wronged me because i cannot do it, and that i'm not strong enough. HERMIA "Why, get you gone! Who is't that hinders you?" HELENA "A foolish heart that i leave behind" | | |
|  Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile, or bring them food, or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it, you hold it, you dance with it. As much as i struggled not to think of you, i did not struggle to forget. I worried- late in the night, when the exhaustion of sleep deprivation broke down my defences- that it was all slipping away. That my mind was a sieve, and i would someday not be able to remember the precise colour of your eyes, the feel of your skin, or the texture of your voice. I could not think of them, but i must remember them. Because there was just one thing that i had to believe to be able to live - I had to know you existed. That was all. Everything else i could endure. So long as you existed. You can erase someone from your mind, getting them out of your heart, is another story. Pearls. Pearls aren't really white. They were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between. So that if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart. | | |
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I came home today and sat down near my bedroom window. I don't know why but i suddenly felt like talking to someone.. perhaps a person that didn't have to say anything or try to say anything to make me feel better and just, quietly listen to me, and i thought that for once in my life i should just pray. So as i started my prayer i asked God why. Why does he always take things away from me? Why does he always make the people i love most leave me in some way or another? Why does he always make the people i care about feel as though i do not care for them when i do? Why is it i seem to be the only one who feels the impact all the time? Or more importantly, why me? As i expected, i didn't get any reply. But then, on another note, i don't know what is there for him to take from me anymore, and i might as well just lose it all. I guess there always comes a time where we have to stop loving someone, not because they've stopped loving us but because we figured that they'll be happier when we let them go. For happier news, sarah heah if you're reading this, thank you for being there for me, especially through out the exam period, i appreciate it. Love you very much buddy. "Opening yourself up, even if it means your heart and soul are crushed. That's what makes you stronger. That;s what gives you the power to move on, to put the past behind you. To get out there, and get your heart stomped on all over again" | | |
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