alentines Day.

If you get the tittle, you're good.

You know, im starting to suck at writting blog entries. Ever since that thing started, i can't write properly anymore.

I think i'll just post an old poem here. I wrote this for the girl i used to like. I think. Used to. Anyway..

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I Knew There Was Someone Crying, And I Thought It Wasn't Me.

I close my eyes and think of you; your smile, your hair, your laugh.
My hand moves, making more scribbles of nothings, outbursts of
Undying adoration, and sequences of breathless moments, adding to the Litter of love from a heart you taught how to.

Why do i always fall in love with the girls who show me the least bit of attention?

I ache for you to give me the chance to show you what could have been, and in that, i believe, that you are my someone to live for, my only reason to try and wake up each morning from the death of sleep i consciously embrace.

I open my eyes and think of you still;
The only girl who taught me how to love also taught me to fall far from it.
I told myself that love brings nothing but bitterness and longing, things that will never see the break of dawn, trapped under folds and layers of self-doubt.

I can't forget about you; i will not forget you.
I should have killed myself. But i can't.

How can you notice me when i'm dead?
How can i hear you console me when i'm dead?
How can you tell me that i can't love you when i'm dead?
How can i tell you that i'm not worthy of you when i'm dead?

I must live because you have to tell me you don't want me to go to waste.
I must live because i don't want you to think that your efforts were in vain.
I must live because i have to tell you that you've succeded in the one thing you didn't want to achieve.
I must live because my heart is chained to you forever.

I closed my eyes again.

I knew there was someone crying, and i thought it wasn't me.

But just for a second, though.
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"Why do i always fall in love with the girls who show me the least bit of attention? (Remember this line from your poem?) And I replied with 'because they're busy seeking the attention of someone who don't give a crap about them, too. it's a vicious cycle, my dear. and we all fall for it.' And now I realized how messed up things were." -her

Ever since you knew, i don't know, i'm just thinking a lot. I really do think too much.

Sorry, this is all i could think of writting now.

Happy S.A.D everyone