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the brotherhood
Monday, February 9, 2009
I hate this feeling. It strikes me every day.
Every
Freekin'
Day.
It now takes me 3 hours to recollect myself and my thoughts at night, telling myself not to let one person affect my whole world, yeah, it takes about 180 minutes to let that sink into my head every night.
Every
Freekin'
Night.
I shouldn't have let myself been dragged in in the first place. I should have told myself this was happening, and steered clear long before anything. Today I talked to Khai Chong about what happened, not mentioning any names at all, and turns out he had problems of his own. But he got over them within the uber-short timeframe of 3 days. It's been five months.
Five
Freekin'
Months.
Yet, nothing's going the way I want it to be. Everybody's going "Daryl, you're so much better, you don't deserve this! You're so "good-looking" and "hot" you'll find someone else again Yadda-yadda-yadda." If they could step in my size 8 converse shoes, the one I went out with you last with, then maybe they'd know. Or my Size 9 Vans Shoes, in which magic happened, yeah then maybe, probably you would know. So, everyone seems to have a date for Valentine's this Saturday. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those despos for a Valentine date. I never HAD a valentine. And right now,
I probably NEVER WILL.
xoxo,
d