Tuesday, January 17, 2012

hundred-seventy second.

dear (k)you,

so yeah. nothing's changed, pretty much. i'm still stressed out, i'm still sad, and i still think of you, every so often.

clinics is killing me. big time. it's not even fun anymore, cuz then i have to think that this is what i will be doing for the rest of my life.

i really wish i could make a miracle happen. but then again, i'd prolly abuse that.

i am not making sense. fck.

Monday, January 2, 2012

hundred-seventy first,

dear (k)you,

okay. OAO now you're just messing with me. wasn't enough that you were near me this morning, afternoon, whatever. BUT YOU'RE ACTUALLY SLEEPING WITHIN 4 KILOMETERS. and tom, if you're still there, i'm gonna be there since my station is right there. MAN!

again, the last time were were this close was 2 years ago.

hundred-seventieth.

dear (k)you,

okay. so you were here. you ARE here. and you were doing something in this popular place and guess what?

I WAS FREAKING WITHIN 4 KILOMETERS OF YOU AGAIN THE WHOLE EFFIN AFTERNOON.

fuck me. the last time we were this close to each other would be almost 2 years ago. difference is then i saw you.

pff. as if i had a chance of seeing you there anyway, what with all the angry girls throwing themselves at you.

still, i found it funny cuz, i was wondering where you were, dreaming about my usual crazy ass thoughts the whole time i was in the spa room, and this whole time, you were just... there.

waaay you eff up my 2012.

hundred-sixty ninth.

dear (k)you,

well HAPPY NEW YEAR! although it's a bit late, my mind's been a bit out of it lately. but anyway... i just got some fairly shocking news.

who knew... THAT YOU ARE COMING HERE? i mean. seriously? a little bird told me that 2 of your friends are here already, AND THAT YOU ARE FOLLOWING IN A WHILE?

why are you doing this to me all of a sudden? is it not enough that i will be entering the new year with the thought of you? (actually, it's kinda funny huh? since i'm finally kinda coming into terms with the fact that yeah you are an impossibility... AND THEN YOU PULL SOMETHING LIKE THAT)

really. way to pull me back into the limbo mister.

and the sad part is, after all this talk and realization and bullshit that i've realized, i only have one thing to say:

THANK YOU.

(fuck this.)