two hundred-fifty eighth.

dear (k)you,

again. the thought of the foreigner is haunting me.

why? i knew this day would come eventually right? i was always waiting for it, saying that it has come (of course we both know that i was only saying that to make myself less hopeful, but deep inside i was hoping that i was heck wrong, because yknow OAO loves to make me wrong and "disappoint" me -- which stupid of me to say right now cuz He would know, but then again he's OAO, so He prolly knows it anyway)

gooing back....

so yeah, but still, i knew this day would come. because things never stay nice for me.

so i hate myself for hoping. because then it makes all this so painful, and frustrating.

cuz in the end... what did i think was gonna happen? that he'd like me? yeah right. this is hopeless. THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR WANTING MORE

and yes, this is what happens when you want more.

you get nothing. no, sorry, you do get something out of it...

a fucking broken heart. and ego.