we're done;

I saw you yesterday, after every single day and i still <3 you.
I saw you yesterday, after too long, realising how you never forget your old friends.
I saw you yesterday, after ages, and i think i fell in love with your dimple.
I saw you yesterday, after awhile, loving long group conversations with not a care in the world.
I saw you today, after yesterday, and everythings back to normal.
I saw you today, after a couple of weeks, and caught up on needed boy-talk.
I saw you today, after godknowshowlong, and i really really wished i hadn't.

and i'm sorry.
<3

suck it up.

Hot, cold, hot, freezing, hot hot burn. Slept till my muscles cramped but fever dreams are the utmost worst ever. Rushing lines that did not meet nor collide, deadlines that were endless. Nothing makes sense, except my hot breath into the pillow.
Stubborn, just cos i can.

Yolanda mary chua's birthday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!(again) I know you hate us for everything but we still love you no matter what. Complete with the company, sushi, baked oysters, and ice-cream cone muffins=)

Time

and you live in my memories, i swear.
They're all part of the list, things that i miss.

i can't even talk about it, and we'll never get to the reason behind the incomplete childhood. Or rather find the excuse that might make it all better.

zipped.

Realise too late and you can't pull back cos you're fully underwater, gasping for breath. I don't know what your saying, and for once it doesn't register in my head. Let things fly over my head. The words i hear coming from your mouth sound like someone else and all the other things go unsaid cos i just can't seem to put it into words that won't break this. I can't trust this trust. I can't listen to your stories and believe thats who you are. More like i rather not understand and for once just sweep everything under that dirty old carpet.

baby, you're too paranoid.
you're worrying about the wrong things.