nothing will ever soothe my soul wouldn’t it?
it felt pretty weird when i woke up
then i realised its a Sunday. A freakin Sunday.
hmmmmm much of me have tried to forget about this and all the feelings i have felt on this day
i guess it was not that you weren’t more sensitive about my feelings
maybe the love was never strong enough for you to care
or maybe i didn’t tell you how neglected I felt every now and then
who knows what you’re thinking, and how would you know how I felt then?
the family’s at church now, and here i am, blamed for not wanting to attend (lol)
too tired to explain, too much to say; too silent this protest
The last time we broke, i did attend some of the sessions (haha)
i want to know how you felt and how was it like,
(sunday schools never taught me all these things from young)
i know the church might be different?? im not sure (????) but i do feel the same immense guilt and felt condemned, I understood a little more, i kinda get why you’re struggling so much when it meant so much to you. I did not want to take that away but, I didn’t want Him to be in the relationship with us. I cannot let Him control how you should act in front of me as if my love was wrong. There was no freakin solution to this, its either you are or you’re not. Then again, who am I to dictate someone’s faith in life? I feel they could coexist and i mentioned a few times, but most of the time, this was one of those no no topics that I could never talk about lest you get angry or a little bit more sensitive but oh well, that part of coexistence did not surface in your dictionary either.
Sundays, can i ever get over you?
cant wait for more escapades
i need them in my life
i need to escape
i need to find my little safe haven
and damn, its not at home
^ thats me
today has been really sad
apart from the fact that im facing you again
Its even sadder to know that i cant move on
why do i want to dwell in the past?
what was all those for
what do i mean to you
I just hope you’re lying next to somebody
Who knows how to love you like me
There must be a good reason that you’re gone
Every now and then I think you might want me to
Come show up at your door
But I’m just too afraid that I’ll be wrong
Don’t wanna know
If you’re looking into her eyes
If she’s holding onto you so tight the way I did before
Should’ve known your love was a game
Now I can’t get you out of my brain
Oh, it’s such a shame
today just made me realised how impt it is to have an bf(in your relatives eyes)
they do not really care one bit about you
but more of your image and what do you portray
A single man living on his own, having his own house = sad and pathetic
While a young couple with 2 kids = extremely fitting to societal’s norms is the true definition of happiness??
No doubt the young family is presumably happy and might be truly happy surrounded by loved ones
but the single man is also self-sufficient living alone.
he is perfectly fine, living the life he envisioned, being successful and not tied down to anything
free and happy
why do we have to get a bf? I dont get it
whats with this obsession with the having a partner just to have a baby?
#rage cos IDGI
those deep darks that you would never know
are those secrets that keep us apart
no longer i yearn for your touch
but i still yearn
that will never come back
well, at least,
that was my only voice that i had
I stood up for myself
as it slowly lit
i find peace
i wonder how it manages to do that
i am still mesmerised by its little yet significant ability
its a drug
more intriguing than liquids of any sort
a moment of my own
in that little corner
where I call it mine
a little haven that was
and it still is
yet it sets me free
i look forward to find you again
its out promise