Saturday, July 2, 2011
About a month's time before those girls meet the desperate guys.
About a month's time before I, should, completely give up on sharing this life with the others.
Sometimes I wonder if I am the only one without any other friend and need to cling onto the best bunch of people I've ever met.
Sometimes I wonder if it's just so that my life's not occupied by anything at all; unlike others who are never free.
Trust me, sometime soon, I'd not give a damn anymore.
And trust me, very soon, I'd have lost interest in everything.
I am actually glad that the K sessions were non-existent.
Because time proves to be the best treatment for impulses.
I think I understand how those heartbroken people feel after their shattered relationships.
You tell yourself to let go, but those glorious pasts don't allow you to.
Regardless and eventually, you'd cross that barrier and proceed with life.
Moreover, it's a proven fact that I can live my life myself.
Just a wincy bit more.
I don't need to stoop low to make myself appear desperate and unwanted.
As much as I value them, it does not seem to be reciprocated.
And I have lived up to my promises.
I indeed did not organise anything for 2 weeks.
I am merely relaying the messages of the initiators.
If people are hard to get, I can make myself one of them.
It's 11.11pm, and supposedly, someone is thinking of me.
Right, more like everyone's in my head.
On 4th July, I will start studying.
Engaged full-time, and unavailable.
I am one pissed man.
Have fun with your own lives, people.
Adios.