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Friday, June 11, 2010
; 1:12 AM

So it has come down to this. Beating around the bushes, one line for me, one line for you, round and round it goes, where it stops, nobody knows.

There are just so many things whizzing through my head right now and I have worked out countless solutions and theories to all the questions, up to a point where I have started second guessing myself. Give a girl too much time and she'll come up with too many crazy ideas. Don't worry, I'm not suicidal. Never was, never am, never will be. No offence but suicides are for cowards who do not have the guts to face their problems. And that's not me.

First of all, I don't know where to begin. Or rather, how it began. Call me oblivious but I am just too used to being closed up and not letting people in. I don't see why I have to remember names of people and make small talk with them. If I wanted a conversation, trust me, I know who to turn to. And if I wanted to pass time, I'd read a book, or listen to music, or come up with something else better to do. There. So I didn't know how it started. I didn't even know anything happened.

Then suddenly, I discover so many things and I had to piece this huge puzzle together, and I don't even know if all the pieces fit right. Perhaps I put the wrong pieces in the wrong place. I have done that before, and I learnt my lesson to always be very careful and make sure the correct pieces are in the correct places so I won't have to start from scratch again. From what I've gathered, I have some evidence to believe. But then again, the evidence may be flawed. Like I said, this is where the second guessing starts.

Why me? What about me? Did you not happen to notice my friend? Or was it her to begin with? I have no idea, especially with all the beating around the bush. Honestly, I don't like blurry lines. I like clear, distinct lines. I'm guessing you do too. Do you want me to say something? Because I'm waiting for you to start, and I can't bear to wait much longer. I know patience is a virtue, but it isn't one of mine.

So please, please, please, help me out here and don't waste my time okay?


the little rocker

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