because i am unique in my own way
i hate it when something brings up memories of my past. no matter how hard i try not to remember, i fail. but when im already thinking of it, i still feel happy. its like hating and loving it at the same time. i hate it when a certain movie brings back the pain, but then, as i reminisce, i find myself smiling. smiling and crying the same time. i hate it when a certain song makes me a remember a day that i wanted to stay forgotten, but then as i dwell on it, it gives comfort, but still gives me pain.
how could a certain movie, song, or a thing hurt me so much? i thought time heals all wounds, i thought keeping myself busy makes me forget, and i thought forgetting will make me happy, but i was wrong. all these pretentions is hurting me, day by day, and no one can save me, even myself.
i'm sentimental, stubborn, clumsy and sometimes i find myself weird.
chocolates are weakness, music is my life, and cats make my heart melt.
see me in my other sites:
http://schmaltzy-me.tumblr.com
http://twitter.com/kring17
http://www.formspring.me/schmaltzyme
i'm sentimental, stubborn, clumsy and sometimes i find myself weird.
chocolates are weakness, music is my life, and cats make my heart melt.
see me in my other sites:
http://schmaltzy-me.tumblr.com
http://twitter.com/kring17
http://www.formspring.me/schmaltzyme
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