slight notes to someone.

i like how you go silence when i blurted out the truth even knowing that you won't feel guilty. but knowing that you know what i knew is good. at least you won't be oh-so-innocent.

sometimes i tell myself to appreciate what i have. but, i don't have a lot to appreciate. like, what for appreciate when i'm just shiz in your eyes. how am i gonna cherish you when my importance is just blab?

you look fine on the outside, but inside? nah, you're rotting.

don't expect me to reply when you don't freaking care and you act like you are. plastic.

stop talking shiz about me being so sadistic. you know nothing. i am expressing not suppressing at least. suppressing yourself is the silent killer. and, i can't just act as if nothing happen. Facing reality is a basic respect to the inside-me.

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you'll never know how i longed for your messages. once my phone rang, i pray that it's you. but you know what? it's never gonna be you, somehow.

i used to fall in love have crushes easily. even thought i'm still such a fangirl/fanboy, but the old me is not there anymore. i love the current fangirl/fanboy me, at least having crushes in this way won't hurt a lot. and, i know, you're more than mere crush. so far and so near and got me breathless.

leave me alone if you don't have the intention to care. it's better that you hurt me immediately than hurt me secretly. you know what i mean? false hope. stop giving me those, i've had it enough.