When we're all caught up in our books, it hits you and when it does, hard. No point questioning why, how or so? It doesn't matter, cause we've moved on. Past the everyday nonsense and now messages don't seem to matter. The things you do, the new friends you surround yourself with, the ones you hide from in denial. Influence, thats what they call it, stupidity is my word. Change is absolute, don't talk about relative. We're halfway there, and you're only half mine. But this post is too random for my own good. Somehow we'll learn, and somehow things will go back to normal, shit just happens and we all have to make our mistakes sometime, let me make mine but that doesn't change the fact that i miss you too.
Theres a crazy car blasting club beats in the middle of the day, i wish i could join him but maths calls my nameX[
You are the earth beneath my feet;
you are my gravity.
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About Me
- Dineesha
- Hello there, lets get things straight. I'm Indian alright? Not malay, not any mix or any rojak something, Not Middle Eastern(even though they're so hot), definitely not chinese nor angMOH and no sorry to burst your bubble, I'm not black either. I'm older and younger than you'll ever be. I might just be slogging my way through Poly or not. Friends are my air, music is my soul, and you, you're my life. I'm insecure, i'm noisy, an extrovert whos very introverted at times. I think too much for my age and probably say alot of things I shouldn't. I lust, I crave, I swear, and I probably don't give a good first impression. I really laugh too much especially at the wrong times. I don't care, I yell, I cry, I regret, I wish, I shut up, I believe. I basically function normally on a regular basis. I love. You.
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