Monday, August 4, 2008

#30 : Moving on, moving on

Just when I'm about to forget averything about the past, you asked me about everything. Just when I'm about to get relaxed about relationships, you make me fall back to the past. Just when I'm about to get my mind set to what / where I wanted to, you came by.

I'm going to pretend you didn't do anything. I'm going to pretend nothing's happened. I'm going to pretend as if I don't know anything. I'm going to pretend everything is as per normal.

I know everything is not. I know everything is just not the same anymore. It's different.

Why are you making me feel like this? Why? Why? Why?

I don't like this feeling. The feeling when you know something, but you feel like pretending that it has never happened or going to happen. I'm just going with the flow, right now. I don't feel like planning anything, I don't feel like anything. Let's just wait and see how it goes.

If it goes well, then I'm going to act like it's well. If not, then otherwise.

Of course, I'm letting go of Farhan. 402 days, and I still can't. Well, not really. But I feel as though another one is coming. Shit, don't. I don't want to go another obstacle. What I've gone through is enough. I'm taking this in slowly.

It's weird how I take longer time. I know. But what happens when you love someone so badly, you just don't feel like letting go? It's how I am, it's what I am. You can't question me about how I do things and why. How the hell am I supposed to answer. You make me think so much, I feel as though my brain's jammed.

Stop asking me questions. I might just break down and cry loudly infront of you. Then how the hell are you going to control that situation.

And like I said, I'm going to pretend nothing's happened. That... yes, that. Why did you ... me?

Argh, what the fuuck.

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