Tuesday, March 24, 2009
should've known it wasnt mine to keep since the very beginning, so why did i bother fighting for it in the first place? why do i still look myself with those eyes, knowing somehow that love could just be all about looking good, being protect-able, not being independent, being vulnerable so that someone would walk in. how - when good looks, slim petite figures, soft laughters, the character of a vulnerable sweet girl; is something i dont and won't have. i seem to be able to brush it off, but at the end of the day, those eyes - they seek flaws. i'll never be good enough will i? someone love me, please?
i've traded the masquerade for a hope for a glimpse of perhaps something i could have, that i could hold. but it seems, no. is it time to give up, even dreaming? i give up.
She slowly drifted back into consciousness. The morning sun was beginning to filter through the boarded up windows; she had been out cold all night. She couldn’t remember having any dreams, which was just as well since they were bound to have been unpleasant.
"All I’ve done recently is let myself get knocked out", she thought, as the mugginess lifted from her head. Her mind was plagued with a flurry of thoughts – becoming a shifter, Gang Kanii and how to escape it all.
but it's never gonna work this time,
never will or was meant to anyway ;
de a'More ;
9:29 PM
hannahlee